The Wheel Weaves As The Wheel Wills

Perrin, My Father Says A General Can Take Care Of The Living Or Weep For The Dead, But He Cannot Do Both.

Teach Him How You Will, A Pig Will Never Play The Flute.

A Spoonful Of Hope And A Cup Of Despair

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?

The More Bosom A Woman Displayed, The Less She Wanted You To Look. Openly, At Least.