Let Most Men Have A Finger And

Loial, Son Of Arent, Son Of Halen, Had Secretly Always Wanted To Be Hasty.

You Ride To Battle?" Karede Asked. "i Was Thinking More Of A Saunter," Mat Said. He Shook His Head. "i Need A Feel For What Demandred Is Doing...i'm Going Out There, Karede, And Putting You Fellows Between Me And The Trollocs Sounds Delightful. Are You Coming?

Some Said Delana Was Sucessful As A Mediator Because Both Sides Would Agree Just To Make Her Stop Staring At Them.

Sleep Well And Wake, Rand Al'thor.

The Wheel Of Time Turns, And Ages Come And Pass, Leaving Memories That Become Legend. Legend Fades To Myth, And Even Myth Is Long Forgotten When The Age That Gave It Birth Comes Again. In One Age, Called The Third Age By Some, An Age Yet To Come, An Age Long Past, A Wind Rose In The Mountains Of Mist. The Wind Was Not The Beginning. There Are Neither Beginnings Nor Endings To The Turning Of The Wheel Of Time. But It Was A Beginning.