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“Eamon Valda, Child of the Light, I call you to Trial Beneath the Light for unlawful assault on the person of Morgase Trakand, Queen of Andor, and for her murder.”
BOOOOOOOOOM
She disliked him entirely for himself.
Thieves are always the most careful of their purses.”
Moridin’s fist came down hard on the arm of his chair. “Find them! Make doubly sure that your followers know their faces. Find Aybara and Cauthon and kill them!
The Time is coming, and they must be dead!” Aran’gar took a sip of her wine. She had no objections to killing these two if she happened to come across them, but Moridin was going to be terribly disappointed over Rand al’Thor.
Epic chapter
‘When the Wolf King carries the hammer, thus are the final days known. When the fox marries the raven, and the trumpets of battle are blown.’
He always tried to avoid fighting, though his luck seldom did him much good there. Ta’veren took over with that, it seemed. The dice had never before signaled a fight—battles, yes, but never a dust-up in the street—yet he walked very carefully indeed. Not that that would help, of course. When the dice stopped, they stopped, and that was that. But he saw no reason to take chances. He hated taking chances. Except with gambling, of course, and that was hardly taking a chance for him.
Sometimes he wondered why his luck failed to help him more with women. Women were certainly as unpredictable as any honest dice ever made.
Women were always a gamble, but sometimes a smile could be win enough.
Well, he had never claimed to always be right. He just wished he was not quite so wrong so often.
The most wonderful thing about having coin was not what you could buy, but that you could pay others to do the work.
Discipline was a wonderful thing. For other men, anyway.
Madman? Lews Therin whispered. Am I any madder than you? He cackled with wild laughter.
Yes, Lews, yes you are
“The Daughter of the Nine Moons will meet you in three days at a manor house in northern Altara, near the border of Andor.” He touched the breast of his coat. “I have a map. She’s already near there somewhere,
She’ll do what now?!
“We’ll talk about it,” she murmured, the bond filling with stubborn resolve. The most dire words a woman can say short of “I’m going to kill you,” Rand thought.
Lews Therin hummed even harder, making Rand wish the man had a face so he could hit him.
As he reached the three-quarter point, another woman stepped into the doorway, very dark and very small, dressed in pleated white, her head covered by a transparent scarf that fell over her face. The Daughter of the Nine Moons. She had been described to Bashere right down to her shaven head. A tension in his shoulders he had not been aware of melted. That she was actually here did away with the possibility of a trap. The Seanchan would not risk the heir to their throne in anything so dangerous. He drew rein and dismounted.
This chapter is giving me all kinds of anxiety
