A Memory of Light (Wheel of Time, #14)

by Robert Jordan

“Logain!” Mat said. “If you haven’t noticed, we’re fighting a bloody war here.” “It is not my war.” “This is our war,” Mat snapped. “Every one of us.” “I stood forth to fight,” Logain said. “And what was my reward? Ask the Red Ajah. They will tell you the reward of a man abused of the Pattern.” He barked a laugh. “The Pattern demanded a Dragon! And so I came! Too soon. Just a little too soon.” “Listen here,” Mat said, stepping up to Logain. “You’re angry because you didn’t get to be the Dragon?” “Nothing so petty,” Logain said. “I follow the Lord Dragon. Let him die. I wish no part of that feast. I and mine should be with him, not fighting here. This battle for the little lives of men is nothing compared to the battle happening at Shayol Ghul.” “And yet, you know we need you here,” Mat said. “You would already be gone, otherwise.”