Tuon's eyes snapped open, and despite the dim light, she focused directly on Mat. She saw the knife in his hand, ready to throw. Then she looked over her shoulder.

A spoonful of hope and a cup of despair

Thus is our treaty written; thus is agreement made. Thought is the arrow of time; memory never fades. What was asked is given; the price is paid.

Well, I can admire stubbornness in a man. There is little to a man who's too easily biddable.

Dovie'andi se tovya sagain (It's time to roll the dice) - Matrim Cauthon

As my Lord says, my Lord's leg is not a side of beef. Thank you, my Lord, for instructing me.

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again.