A Crown of Swords (Wheel of Time, #7)

by Robert Jordan

One thing, he had learned, women were better at than anything else: teaching a man to sigh.

He had heard a saying on several women’s lips back home, usually when he had done something that looked fun at the time. ‘Men teach cats curiosity, but cats keep sense for themselves.’

Juilin learned that Carridin had purchased a plan of the Tarasin Palace, which might indicate some Whitecloak intention toward Ebou Dar and might indicate that Pedron Niall wanted a palace for himself and intended to copy the Tarasin.

Ander Tol was a reasonable man, it turned out. Samitsu and Niande unloaded the wagon, turnips simply flying into the air to land in a tidy pile by the roadside. By their icy expressions, this was in no way a use to which they had ever expected to put the One Power. By Darlin’s expression, standing there with Rand still on his shoulders, he was relieved they had not called on him to do it. Ander Tol sat the wagon seat with his jaw trying to reach his knees, fingering the purse as though wondering whether it was enough after all.