The Golden Crane Flies For

Never Prod At A Woman Unless You Must. She Will Kill You Faster Than A Man And For Less Reason, Even If She Weeps Over It After.

Yes...how Else Could Demandred Explain The Skill Of The Enemy General? Only A Man With The Experience Of An Ancient Was So Masterly At The Dance Of Battlefields. At Their Core, Many Battle Tactics Were Simple. Avoid Being Flanked, Meet Heavy Force With Pikes, Infantry With A Well-trained Line, Channelers With Other Channelers. And Yet, The Finesse Of It...the Little Details...these Took Centuries To Master. No Man From This Age Had Lived Long Enough To Learn The Details With Such Care.

If Any Of These Women Had Been Here Instead Of Nynaeve, The World Would Have Ended.

May You Shelter In The Palm Of The Creator's Hand, And May The Last Embrace Of The Mother Welcome You Home.

Any Day You Wake Up, Maybe You Die.