Summary of The Path of Daggers Ethenielle: Anyone have any idea what the hell weÕre doing? Easar: No. Paitar: Nope. Tenobia: No idea. Ethenielle: Okay. LetÕs smear our blood together. -------------- Galina: I am the evilest. Sevanna: No, I am the evilest. Therava: No, I am the evilest. Galina: Oh, letÕs just glare at each other. Sevanna & Therava: Fine. ------------- Faile: Spying is a wifeÕs work. She must choose the best and brightest people to spy for her. ThatÕs why I use untrained morons from Tear and Cairhien who think theyÕre Aiel. Perrin: Yes, with them around you, nothing can go wrong. ------------- Edarra: You must kill Masema. Faeldrin: I agree. Perrin: I wonÕt allow it. ItÕs just not right. Edarra: Why not? Perrin: Because I'm a man of honor. Edarra: But there is a great chance if you DON'T kill Masema, you will allow him to cause great death. Perrin: That's a chance worth taking. Edarra: You just made love to Faile, didn't you? Perrin: Blood loss to brain too great. --------- Aviendha: I saw an evil man looking at me from the wall. Elayne: That means we are sisters. Nynaeve: I thought Egwene was like a sister to each of you. Elayne: To me, Egwene was like a White-Tower-training-sister. Aviendha: Yes, and to me, Egwene was like a Wise-One-training sister. Nynaeve: And what kind of sisters are you to each other? Elayne: We are like Ebou-Dar-wandering-around-doing-nothing-then-itÕs-a-big-occasion-when-I-learn-to-apologize sisters. -------------- Elayne: This ride is so horrible for me. The Aes Sedai, Sea Folk, and Kinswomen are all glaring at each other. Add that to the fact that Rand alÕThor thinks he can GIVE me Caemlyn just because he killed a Forsaken, and no one suffers as much as I do! Nynaeve: Yes, IÕm sure Rand is hoping the Dark One wonÕt glare at him during the Final Battle. --------------- Corine: We have used the Bowl of the Winds. Now we can return it to our ships. Elayne: Not until the weather is back to normal. Corine: So we are supposed to wait until three feet of snow covers everything, making return to our ships impossible? Elayne: Yes. ThatÕs part of the deal that I just made up. ---------------- Elyas: Faile wants you to yell at her. Perrin: Huh? Elyas: Let me draw you a picture. With lots of pretty bright colors. Perrin: Me like pictures. ------------- Weiramon: I am here, my Lord Dragon. Rand: I canÕt believe youÕre still alive. Weiramon: Neither can I, Lord of the Morning. My own men seem to hate me. Rand: Well, since youÕre still around, you might as well be in charge of this army. Weiramon: Yes, He Who Walks With Golden Feet. Shall I order my men to hang that traitor? Rand: No. ThatÕs a broom. But you can sweep my tent with it. ------------ Bashere: There are reports of a huge Seanchan army with hundreds of damane advancing towards Illian. You command over a million soldiers, and hundreds of AshaÕman. Rand: I will take 5,000 soldiers and eight AshaÕman. Bashere: It should work. With your mediocre planning and surrounding yourself with those who hate you, once again, you should just barely avoid complete disaster. --------------- Halima: Let me sooth your headaches with my evil fingers. Egwene: Yes, that will be nice. You know, I was not there in Tanchico when Moghedien took advantage of Nynaeve and Elayne. I missed a great opportunity to be made a fool of. Halima: WeÕll have to fix that. ----------- Rand: What are your titles Taim has given you? Gedwyn: I am the Storm Leader. Rochaid: I am the Super-Duper Attack Coordinator. Dashiva: I am the Death to Rand alÕThor Bringer. Rand: As long as youÕre keeping busy. -------------- Cadsuane: We must teach Rand alÕThor to cry again. Sorilea: We must teach Rand alÕThor to laugh again. Cadsuane: Do you have any idea what weÕre talking about? Sorilea: IÕm drunk. Cadsuane: Me too. ------------ Egwene: I must have long negotiations with these Andoran nobles and Murandian nobles. Siuan: Yes, itÕs very important for some reason. Egwene: Yes, it is. By babbling and being babbled at, I am showing what a shrewd leader I am becoming. -------------- Siuan: Mother, Lord Bryne needs more black bean stew. ItÕs his favorite. It makes that adorable face of his light up like a full moon. Egwene: Do you love him? Siuan: IÕm not telling. [Giggles like a schoolgirl, and passes note to Leanne.] ------------- Cadsuane: I will sit in this rising pile of snow until you apologize for being rude. Rand: No, not that. Fine, IÕm sorry. Cadsuane: If you hadnÕt given in, IÕd have hit myself with a shovel until you did. Rand: How dignified of you. Cadsuane: It was rude of you to get angry at me for walking in on you unannounced, then insulting you, then implying that I would harm you. Rand: Of course. I should have said ÒThank youÓ for your veiled threats and unveiled insults. Cadsuane: You are not accustomed to constant rudeness. When you marry Elayne, you will be. Rand: Will she sit in a rising pile of snow? Cadsuane: When Elayne speaks, there will be a rising pile of something. ----------- Lelaine: Mother, you must listen to my selfish demands. Romanda: No, Mother, you must listen to my selfish demands. Egwene: Perhaps I should ignore you both. Lelaine & Romanda: Light, how did she figure that out? SheÕs possibly the smartest Amyrlin ever. -------------- Elayne: WeÕre still traveling along. Nynaeve: Yes, we are. This is very important, all this travelling we are doing. Elayne: Yes it is. Just the other day, one of the Kinswomen turned out to be a runaway novice. Nothing Rand is dealing with could possibly be as important as this. Nynaeve: Yes. Perhaps tomorrow, weÕll have to settle an argument about how much lace one should wear, or who has the handsomest lover. ------------ Alviarin: I will succeed, because being evil never fails. Galina [Acting as TheravaÕs footstool.]: ThatÕs right. Evil prevails. Liandrin [Washing SurothÕs feet.]: Absolutely. Evil pays off. Moghedien [Licking bottom of MoridinÕs boots clean.]: Being evil is always the smartest path. Elaida [Obeying commands to beat herself.]: Of course. EvilÉ[Passes out.] Aginor/Osan'gar: Evil is great. What are the odds of me dying a second time? ----------- Cadsuane: Rand alÕThor must be protected. He must heed my words of wisdom. He needs me. Samitsu: What is your master plan to help him? Cadsuane: I will ignore him and have people bring me tea. Samitsu: Now, regarding young Master alÕThorÉ. Cadsuane: Tea! ------------- Lady Riatin: We are pillow friends. Random Windfinder: Yes, we are. Lady Riatin: Any idea what Òpillow friendsÓ are, or what plot function we serve? Random Windfinder: No. Lady Riatin: Then itÕs best we hide in this room. ----------------- Perrin: You are summoned to see the Lord Dragon. Masema: Fine. But only if thereÕs no One Power involved. Perrin: Why not? Masema: Because IÕm crazy. Perrin: ThatÕs good enough for me. LetÕs start walking. -------------- Faile: WeÕre under attack! Cha Faile! Prepare to defend yourselves, like the fierce quasi-Aiel you are! Selande: I shot my foot. ------------ Rand: IÕm still alive. Taim: Damn. I mean, good. Rand: Some AshaÕman tried to kill me. Taim: Yes, Rochaid, Gedwyn, and Kisman. [Holds up map of Sun Palace, entitled ÒPlan to Kill Rand aÕThor, by Mazrim Taim.Ó Uses a pointer.] According to this plan, I see that at exactly quarter to Third Hour, Rochaid, Gedwyn, and Kisman convened at your wing of the Sun Palace, called ÒPoint AÓ . They tried to kill you and failed, then used the escape route, which I have highlighted in red, to one of the main courtyards, labeled ÒPoint BÓ," to report to each other. Then they reported their failure to me here, in the Gardens, at ÒPoint C.Ó On the map, I drew myself extra large, and gave myself a flowing black cape, to emphasize my power. Rand: DonÕt forget that Dashiva tried to kill me, also. Taim: Dashiva? ThatÕs odd. HeÕs a Forsaken. He should be much smarter than that. Rand: I know. Well, back to your assassin factory. ------------ -Credit to Isam of Infogrames WoT forums