Nynaeve Al'meara Quotes

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?

You may be old enough to marry, Matrim Cauthon, but in truth you shouldn't be off your mother's apron strings.

Thank you, Master Gleeman. I would be happy to assist you." "Thom Merrilin," the gleeman said. They stared. "My name is Thom Merrilin, not Master Gleeman." He hitched the multihued cloak up on his shoulders, and abruptly his voice once more seemed to reverberate in a great hall. "Once a Court bard, I am now indeed risen to the exalted rank of Master Gleeman, yet my name is plain Thom Merrilin, and gleeman is the simple title in which I glory." And he swept a bow so elaborate with flourishes of his cloak that Mat clapped and Egwene murmured appreciatively.

Me llamo Nynaeve ti al’Meara Mandragoran. El mensaje que deseo enviar es éste: Mi esposo cabalga desde el Fin del Mundo hacia el desfiladero de Tarwin, hacia el Tarmon Gai’don. ¿Cabalgará él solo?

—Llegas en la ignorancia, Nynaeve al’Meara —dijo Rosil—. ¿Cómo te marcharás? —Con conocimiento de mí misma —respondió. —¿Por qué razón se te ha convocado aquí? —Para someterme a la prueba. —¿Por qué razón habría que probarte? —Para demostrar que soy digna —contestó Nynaeve.

Nynaeve caminaba sin parar por la habitación. La Ciudadela de Tear había resistido asedios y tormentas, guerras y desolación, pero Min se preguntaba si alguna vez habría sobrevivido a algo parecido a un ataque de cólera de Nynaeve al’Meara.

Si las cosas salían como quería, Nynaeve al’Meara se convertiría en la consejera Aes Sedai de la próxima reina de Andor.

If you are done staring like a moonstruck lamb, Rand al'Thor," Nynaeve said, "perhaps you can tell me why you were talking about something even you three great bull calves ought to have sense enough to keep out of your mouths.

A Wisdom almost never marries. Nynaeve has been teaching me, you know. She says I have a talent, that I can learn to listen to the wind. Nynaeve says not all Wisdoms can, even if they say they do.

Egwene's face was a study, her goggle-eyed amaze at a gleeman in the flesh marred by a desire to defend Nynaeve. "Your pardon, Master Gleeman," Rand said. He knew he was grinning foolishly, himself. "That was our Wisdom, and - " "That pretty little slip of a girl?" the gleeman exclaimed. "A village Wisdom? Why, at her age she should better be flirting with the young men than foretelling the weather and curing the sick.

Nynaeve al’Meara was what, back in Seanchan, one would call a telarti—a woman with fire in her soul.