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Du har rett, det spørsmålet der er faktisk vanskelig. Jeg finner det rett og slett ikke uansett hvor mye jeg søker...Lily wrote:Matt husker å ha skrevet en sang. Hvilken?
Hvis noen finner det, uten å slå opp i bøkene (eller av en eller annen grunn husker det), så vil jeg gjerne vite hvor de fant det, deretter skal jeg grave meg ned i et hull for å skjule min skam... For jeg har herved gitt opp!
Kapittel 44, Kaosets Herre wrote: The fiddles were wailing a tune he recognized. At least, one of his old memories did, not very much changed considering the passage of well over a thousand years. The words must have changed altogether, for the old words that echoed in his head would never have found favor here.
Give me your trust, said the Aes Sedai.
On my shoulders I support the sky.
Trust me to know and to do what is best,
And I will take care of the rest.
but trust is the color of a dark seed growing.
trust is the color of a heart’s blood flowing.
trust is the color of a soul’s last breath.
trust is the color of death.
[...]
Give me your trust, said the queen on her throne,
for I must bear the burden all alone.
Trust me to lead and to judge and to rule,
and no man will think you a fool.
but trust is the sound of the grave-dog’s bark.
trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark.
trust is the sound of a soul’s last breath.
trust is the sound of death.
[...]
He strode on down the street to the next bonfire as much to get away from that song as anything, before it went on through “the king on high” and “the lady and lord” to “the love of your life” in his head. In that old memory he remembered writing that song, because of the love of his life. Trust is the taste of death.
