A Myrddraal Has Less Cunning Than A

The Oak Fought The Wind And Was Broken, The Willow Bent When It Must And Survived.

A Man Without Trust Is A Man Without Life.

We Rode On The Winds Of The Rising Storm, We Ran To The Sounds Of The Thunder. We Danced Among The Lightning Bolts, And Tore The World Asunder.

Yes, I'm Alive," Mat Said. "i'm Usually Pretty Good At Staying Alive. I've Only Failed One Time That I Can Remember, And It Hardly Counts.

I Had Long Wondered," Lan Said To Tam. "about The Man Who Had Given Rand That Heron-marked Blade. I Wondered If He Had Truly Earned It. Now I Know." Lan Raised His Own Sword In Salute.