Knife of Dreams by Robert Jordan

Author:Robert Jordan
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Tags: Rand al'Thor (Fictitious character), Fantasy fiction, General, Fiction, Fantasy, Epic
ISBN: 9780812577563
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 2006-11-28T10:00:00+00:00

everywhere, but that wasn't what they said. What if it means the Seanchan hold the west and south, as you could say they already do,

and there's an alliance to fight the Last Battle, the Seanchan with everybody else?"

"It's possible," she allowed. "But if you're going to make this . . . truce . . . why are you moving what seems to be a considerable army

to Arad Doman and reinforcing what is already in Illian?"

"Because Tarmon Gai'don is coming, Cadsuane, and I can't fight the Shadow and the Seanchan at the same time. I'll have a truce, or

I'll crush them whatever the cost. The Prophecies say I have to bind the nine moons to me. I only understood what that meant a few

days ago. As soon as Bashere returns, I'll know when and where I'm to meet the Daughter of the Nine Moons. The only question now

is how do I bind her, and she'll have to answer that.''

He spoke matter-of-factly, now and then blowing a smoke ring for punctuation. Reactions varied. Loial just wrote very fast, trying to

capture every word, while Harilin and Enaila went on with their game. If the spears had to be danced, they were ready. Alivia nodded

fiercely, doubtless hoping it would come to crushing those who had kept her wearing an a dam for five hundred years. Logain had

found another winecup and filled it with the last of what was in the pitcher, but he merely held the cup rather than drinking, his

expression unreadable. Now it was Rand whom Verin studied intently. But then, she had always been curious about him. But why in

the Light would Min feel bone-deep sadness? And Cadsuane. . . .

"Stone cracks from a hard enough blow," she said, her face an Aes Sedai mask of calm. "Steel shatters. The oak fights the wind and

breaks. The willow bends where it must and survives."

"A willow won't win Tarmon Gai'don," he told her.

The door creaked open again, and Ethin tottered in. "My Lord Dragon, three Ogier have arrived. They were most pleased to learn that

Master Loial is here. One of them is his mother."

"My mother?" Loial squeaked, and even that sounded like a hollow wind gusting in caverns. He leaped up so fast that his chair fell

over backward, wringing his hands, ears wilting. His head swung from side to side as if he were hunting for a way out besides the

door. "What am I going to do, Rand? The other two must be Elder Haman and Erith. What am I going to do?"

"Mistress Covril said she was most anxious to speak with you, Master Loial," Ethin said in that creaky voice. "Most anxious. They are

all damp from the rain, but she said they will wait for you in the Ogier sitting room upstairs."

"What am I going to do, Rand?"

"You said you want to marry Erith," Rand said as gently as he could. Gentleness was difficult except with Min.

"But my book! My notes aren't complete, and I'll never find out what happens next. Erith will take me back to Stedding Tsofu with

her.

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