Phyllida: "Perhaps you are afraid to break the spell," she said. "Perhaps you are afraid to have my power restored, lest it outstrip yours. Perhaps you recognize that I am a daughter of a third daughter and fear the power that the daughter of a third daughter wields."

Spock: "I thought that was the seventh son of a seventh son," he scoffed.

Phyllida: "How can I be a seventh son, or a ninth or tenth, when I am a daughter?" she said with scorn. "No, the magic is in being the daughter of a third daughter. My mother is one of nine daughters, but all her sisters are barren. It is from her that I inherited my power, and you do well to fear it-though I would not use it against my true love."

Me: I'M CONFUSED.