And she did love, even if he could not begin to imagine why. I will find the Horn of Valere and pull down Shayol Ghul's power. Not again. The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills, and we are but threads in the Pattern.
Since yesterday Nynaeve had worn an Accepted's dress, and she seemed to have no joy of it, nor of the golden ring, a serpent eating its own tail, that marked her level. Aes Sedai. She stopped in her tracks, pressing her hands to her stomach to quiet a flutter. Unable to bear the pain on his face, she pulled free of him.
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