"This is worth one woman’s life. Few people
have had a chance to create something as useful, and as wonderful, as
that book you hold. We all seek to change the future, Egwene. I think I might
just have a chance at doing so.”
"That, among all things, is the most sacred
duty of the Brown—to arm the world with knowledge. I’m still one of them.
Please see that they know, although the word Black may brand my name forever,
my soul is Brown. Tell them. . . .”
“I will,
Verin,” Egwene promised. “But your soul is not Brown. I can see it.”
Her eyes
fluttered open, meeting Egwene’s, a frown creasing her forehead.
“Your soul is
of
a pure white, Verin,” Egwene said softly. “Like the Light itself.”
I feel you Verin. I also wish, deeply, to be able to contribute to the future.
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