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Lan breathed out slowly, stilling his emotions Nynaeve, when next I see you… But he would not see her again He tried not to dwell upon that

He had led around their proht? No A man was his honor He could not deny Bulen

"We ride anonymously," Lan said "We do not raise the Golden Crane You tell nobody who I am"

"Yes, my Lord," Bulen said

"Then wear that hadori with pride," Lan said "Too few keep to the old ways And yes, you ed Mandarb intoon foot And the one becath of iron Sparks sprayed into the air like incandescent insects Sweat beaded on his face

So Not Perrin That sound was soothing He raised the haht that bounced off his leather vest and his apron With each strike, the walls of the roo to the beats of h he wasn’t in the wolf dreah he didn’t kno he knew

The ere dark; the only light was that of the deep red fire burning on his right Two bars of iron sie Perrin slaain

This was peace This was ho ier The first step to creating soht Perrin that on his first day at the forge You couldn’thow the handle fit to the blade You couldn’thow the two leaves moved with the pin You couldn’t evenits parts: head, shaft, point

Understand the pieces, Perrin

A wolf lay in the corner of the rooray river stone, and scarred from a lifetime of battles and hunts The wolf laid its head on its paatching Perrin That was natural Of course there was a wolf in the corner Why wouldn’t there be? It was Hopper

Perrin worked, enjoying the deep, burning heat of the forge, the feel of the sweat trailing down his arth of iron, one blow for every second beat of his heart The rew cool, but instead retained its ? Perrin picked up the length of glowing iron with his tongs The air warped around it

Pound, pound, pound, Hopper sent, co at butterflies

Hopper didn’t see the point of reshaping s To a wolf, a thing hat it was Why go through soelse?