“No doubt your sword is indeed a beautiful thing. It is a tribute to whoever forged it in bygone ages. There are very few such swords as this one left in the world, but remember, it is only a sword, Matthias!
“It contains no secret spell, nor holds within its blade any magical power. This sword is made for only one purpose, to kill. It will only be as good or as evil as the one who wields it.”
He was between the wolf and the bear with nowhere to run. “Oh, sheep swallop! Sheep swallop and bloody buttered onions!” He nearly wished she would call him down for his language the way Nynaeve would, just to change the subject.
Her lips moved silently, and for an instant he had the strange impression that she was repeating what he had just said. Of course not. He was seeing things; that was all.
Seaine’s eyebrows almost rose again, but she tried to make it a rule not to let herself be surprised more than once in a day.
“Many others have seen far worse. You are alive. None of your bones are broken; your wits are whole. Endure; let the past pass, and go on with your life.”
Sounds like a huge frog being stepped on floated out; Nynaeve decided it was a man singing.
Of course he would not learn from it. Men kept sticking their hands in the fire thinking this time it would not burn, so Lini always said.
What could not be mended must be lived with, so her Aunt Jan always said.
No one was ever simply anything, she was learning.
Baring teeth in what could pass for a smile, Valda straightened. Asunawa had a love of truth, a strange love; he could tie it into knots, or hang it up and flay it while it screamed, but so far as Valda knew, he never actually lied.
“Aerin could not remember a time when she had not known the story; she had grown up knowing it. … But there was more of the story yet to be told; Aerin’s destiny was greater than even she had dreamed–for she was to be the true hero who would wield the power of the Blue Sword…”