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"I think it applies to leadership, too The et theht do all right"

Elyas chuckled "The banner looks good, hanging up there"

"It fits hts, for a blacksmith"

"Perhaps" Perrin pulled the blacksmith’s puzzle from his pocket, the one he’d found in Malden He still hadn’tapart "Has it ever struck you as odd that blacksmiths seem like such simple folk, yet they’re the ones who ure out?"

"Never thought of it like that So you’re one of us, finally?"

"No," Perrin said, putting the puzzle away "I aed within hih too much had been the problem in the first place

He knew that he’d found his balance He would never become like Noam, the h

Perrin and Elyas waited for a tiatewaysh in under an hour Men raised hands to Perrin, shten them; in fact, they actually seemed less worried now that they knew the specifics of it Before, there had been speculation Questions Now, they could begin to grow comfortable with the truth And proud of it Their lord was no ordinaryspecial

"I need to leave, Perrin," Elyas said "Tonight, if I can"

"I know The Last Hunt has begun Go with the Warder laid a hand on Perrin’s shoulder "If we don’t see one another there, perhaps we’ll meet in the drea "And ill ain I will find you, if you are with the wolves Hunt well, Long Tooth"

"Hunt well, Young Bull"

Elyas vanished into the darkness with barely a rustle

Perrin reached down to the warht that responsibility would be another weight upon hihter

Perrin Aybara was just a man, but Perrin Goldeneyes was a symbol created by the people who followed him Perrin didn’t have a choice about that; all he could do was lead the best he could If he didn’t, the symbol wouldn’t vanish The people would just lose faith in it As poor Araht You I failedbackward at that He would simply have to continue forward and do better "I’m Perrin Goldeneyes," he said, "the ood person to be"

He kicked Stepper through the gateway Unfortunately, Perrin Goldeneyes had soht

Galad awoke as soon as his tent flap rustled He drove away the vestiges of his drea with a dark-haired beauty with perfect lips and cunning eyes--and reached for his sword

"Galad!" a voice hissed It was Tro?" Galad asked, hand still on his sword

"You were right," Trom said

"About what?"