Dance Well With A Woman, And She's

You Must Surrender Before You Can Guide.

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.

For The Young, Death Is An Enemy They Wish To Try Their Strength Against. For Those Of Us A Little Older, She Is An Old Friend, An Old Lover, But One We Are Not Eager To Meet Again Soon.

Why Didn't You Guess This Would Happen?" Elayne Demanded. He Looked At Her, Expressionless. One Side Of His Mouth Twitched Up, Then He Pulled His Hat Down, Shading His Eyepatch. "light," Elayne Said. "you Knew. You Spent This Whole Week Planning With Us, And You Knew The Entire Time You'd Throw It Out With The Dishwater.

It Is The Enemy You Underestimate Who Kills You.