Trust Is As Slippery As A Basket

You Have To Understand, Child. Everyone Wants Someone In Their Life, Someone Who Cares For Them, Someone They Can Care For. Even A Queen.

Out Of The Night Hopper Came, And Perrin Was One With The Wolf. Hopper, The Cub Who Had Watched The Eagles Soar, And Wanted So Badly To Fly Through The Sky As The Eagles Did. The Cub Who Hopped And Jumped And Leaped Until He Could Leap Higher Than Any Other Wolf, Who Never Lost The Cub's Yearning To Soar Through The Sky. [...] Something Crashed Into His Head, And As He Fell, He Did Not Know If It Was Hopper Or Himself Who Died.

You Didn't Listen To Me," Lan Whispered. One Last Lesson. The Hardest. Demandred Struck, And Lan Saw His Opening. Lan Lunged Forward Placing Demandred's Sword Point Against His Own Side And Ramming Himself Forward Onto It. "i Did Not Come Here To Win," Lan Whispered, Smiling. "i Came Here To Kill You. Death Is Lighter Than A Feather." Demandred's Eyes Opened Wide, And He Tried To Pull Back. Too Late. Lan's Sword Took Him Straight Though The Throat.

Tuon's Eyes Snapped Open, And Despite The Dim Light, She Focused Directly On Mat. She Saw The Knife In His Hand, Ready To Throw. Then She Looked Over Her Shoulder.

Demandred Blocked Lan's Attack But He Breathed Hoarsely. "who Are You?" Demandred Whispered Again. "no One Of This Age Has Such Skill. Asmodean? No, No. He Couldn't Have Fought Me Like This. Lews Therin? It Is You Behind That Face, Isn't It?" "i Am Just A Man," Lan Whispered. "that Is All I Have Ever Been.