Ishamael (ih-SHAH-may-EHL): In the Old Tongue, Betrayer of Hope. Light, so cold. What's going on, Captain? The men are afraid, and I'm a little nervous myself. They won't let me play, you know.
Lan has been teaching all the boys, Mother, Moiraine replied calmly. There was that in Urien's voice. Death shall sow, and summer burn, before the Great Lord comes. I must have.
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