Strange Clothes You Wear, Child Of The

Taren Ferry Folk Had A Reputation For Slyness And Trickery. If You Shook Hands With A Taren Ferry Man, People Said, You Counted Your Fingers Afterwards.

You're Welcome In My House When This Is Over. We'll Open A Cask Of Master Al'vere's Best Brandy. We'll Remember Those Who Fell, And We'll Tell Our Children How We Stood When The Clouds Turned Black And The World Started To Die. We'll Tell Them We Stood Shoulder To Shoulder, And There Was Just No Space For The Shadow To Squeeze Through.

We Should Ask Our Commanders..." Elayne Trailed Off. "if There Are Any We Trust Not To Be Under Compulsion." "there's Only One," Mat Said Grimly, Meeting Her Eyes. "and He's Telling You We Are Finished If We Continue As We Have. The Earlier Plan Was A Good Enough One, But After What We Lost Today...elayne, We're Dead Unless We Choose One Place To Stand, Gather Together, And Fight." One Last Toss Of The Dice.

Sometimes, A Wife Must Do What Her Husband Cannot.

A Crafty Enemy Will Set A Weak Ambush You Are Meant To Break Through. Confident Because You Have Dealt With The Threat, Your Guard Relaxed, You Walk Into The Second, Stronger Ambush.