“The father’s name?” Moiraine asked, playing for time to decide. This child was too old by far, and that was that. Except…. “Jac, Aes Sedai. Jac Wynn. He….” Tears welled in the woman’s sunken eyes. “Jac died before the fighting even started. Slipped in the snow and cracked his head on a stone. Hardly seems right, to come all this way and die for slipping in the snow.”
