“Some day,” said Baba Yaga, “you will look for me
And I will not be found. Against that day, prepare!
Get your own sentient hut on swift chicken legs;
Find a cat who knows how to hold her tongue
When the angry King of the Cats demands answers.
Be not one but many – scholars may count three
Baba Yagas, but there are far more than that.
Send your heart upon its way; should there be need
It will find a road back to you, perhaps in time.
Above all, remember that there will be no day
When I cannot find you; never walk unarmed.”