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What ho! what ho! this fellow is dancing mad! he hath been bitten by the Tarantula.
All in the Wrong.
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Will Lan Mandragoran ride to the Last Battle alone?
“Do you recognize this?” she said, fishing a leather cord from the neck of her dress.
His breath caught, and he stretched out a hand, brushed a finger across the heavy gold signet ring on the cord. Across the crane in flight. How had she come by this? Under the Light, how? “I recognize it,” he told her, his voice suddenly hoarse.
“My name is Nynaeve ti al’Meara Mandragoran. The message I want sent is this. My husband rides from World’s End toward Tarwin’s Gap, toward Tarmon Gai’don. Will he ride alone?”
He trembled. He did not know whether he was laughing or crying. Perhaps both. She was his wife? “I will send your message, my Lady, but it has nothing to do with me. I am a merchant. Malkier is dead. Dead, I tell you.”
The heat in her eyes seemed to intensify, and she gripped her long, thick braid with one hand. “Lan told me once that Malkier lives so long as one man wears the hadori in pledge that he will fight the Shadow, so long as one woman wears the ki’sain in pledge that she will send her sons to fight the Shadow. I wear the ki’sain, Master Aldragoran. My husband wears the hadori. So do you. Will Lan Mandragoran ride to the Last Battle alone?”
He was laughing, shaking with it. And yet, he could feel tears rolling down his cheeks. It was madness! Complete madness! But he could not help himself. “He will not, my Lady. I cannot stand surety for anyone else, but I swear to you under the Light and by my hope of rebirth and salvation, he will not ride alone.”
“Well, Managan, Gorenellin,” he demanded, “do you still remember who you are? Do you remember your blood? Who rides with me for Tarwin’s Gap?”
For a moment, he thought neither man would speak, but then Gorenellin was on his feet, tears glistening his eyes.
“The Golden Crane flies for Tarmon Gai’don,” he said softly. “The Golden Crane flies for Tarmon Gai’don!” Managan shouted, leaping up so fast he overturned his chair.
Laughing, Aldragoran joined them, all three shouting at the top of their lungs. “The Golden Crane flies for Tarmon Gai’don!”
Reklam
“Women are a maze through briars in the night,” the old saying went, and even they do not know the way.
Women could tangle a man in that maze before he knew it.
Karalama Defteri Kütüphanesi #XIII
The peace the struggle for sightless eyes
Crooked and half seeing but seeking to mend
A waylay for truth, lies not hidden in this
Road unbidden the true end
Thus not a tardis nor any alien time
For your love of yourself and ease
Needed ever and never shall be
If thou knowst to balance
Thou art the colour of what thou leave
The source of the art all thou need
A heart unsure not wanting to reveal
No doubt sees itself hid
Yet who knows who actually knows
I shall also live in my belief of truth
Of everything that is together fits
The companions of merit and faith
Who thou art if thou art not fully thou
Thou art thou just for thou
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Always! That is a dreadful word. It makes me shudder when I hear it. Women are so fond of using it. They spoil every romance by trying to make it last for ever. It is a meaningless word, too. The only difference between a caprice and a lifelong passion is that the caprice lasts a little longer.
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Taim gülümsemeye ilk kez bu kadar yaklaşmıştı. “Diz çökün ve Lord Ejder’e yemin edin,” dedi yumuşak sesle, “yoksa diz çökmeniz sağlanır..”
HARİKAYDI!
"Kneel and swear to the Lord Dragon, or you will be knelt." Bu çeviride you will be knelt kısmının ağırlığını hissedemedim ama her şekilde güçlü bir ifade :)
