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Ravriem has always impressed me with the quality of his writing and the depth of his empathy for Perrin Aybara. It's not that he wants to be a muscle-bound, axe-wielding, wolf-psychic; it's that he's in love with Faile, or perhaps the kind of woman that Faile is, strong, strict, demanding, and fierce. What follows are testaments to Perrin, Faile, and others. Take them with as big a grain of salt as you want. :) ------------- A long, long time ago... I can still remember when I used to smile. And I knew if I had my chance, I could make those hammers dance. And maybe I could be a blacksmith for a while. But then the cold winter gave me the shivers, and with Moraine we left the Two Rivers. Trollocs dogging our steps, I couldn't take one more step. And I can't remember if I cried, the first time that those Whitecloaks died. The wolves were with me, deep inside, the day...Faile became...my bride. Oh my, my...just how stupid am I? We got married, never tarried, cause I thought I would die. Now I'm surrounded by boys, they all call me Goldeneyes. I can't believe that Faile's my bride. Oh Light, I can't believe Faile's my bride. Did Loial write these books you love? And do you have faith in the Creator above? If the Prophecies tell you so... Oh do you believe I'm not that old? But I'm already shaking up the world, I'm told. Hey, I just like to think real slooow... Well, I know that Rand's in love with Min... cause I saw the way she hung around him. But now he's got the blues. I'm telling you Saidin's bad news! Well I was a quiet teenage Two Rivers boy, with the hopes of someday having a little joy. But I should have known it was all a ploy the day...Faile became...my bride. I started singing, Oh my, my...just how stupid am I? We got married, never tarried, cause I thought I would die. Now I'm surrounded by boys, they all call me Goldeneyes. I can't believe that Faile's my bride. Oh Light, I can't believe Faile's my bride. Now for about a year I was on my own. Faile and I tried to make a home. But I guess it's just not meant to be... With Rand taking land from Kings and a Queen, and the Seanchan arriving on the scene. I knew he would have need of Mat and me... Oh, and while Rand was gagged and bound. Colavaere stole his Cairhien crown...He got free and they learned, piss him off and ya get burned! And when Loial guided us through the dark, I tried to anger Zarine so we could part. But it didn't work, she still left her mark... the day...she became...my bride. I was thinking, Oh my, my...just how stupid am I? We got married, never tarried, cause I thought I would die. Now I'm surrounded by boys, they all call me Goldeneyes. Now I can't believe that Faile's my bride. Oh Light, I can't believe Faile's my bride. Helter Skelter, a long summer swelter. The ravens are flying, the foxes are looking for shelter. It seems the Light is failing faaaaaaaaaaast.... But now the Bowl of Winds brought back the grass. The Asha'man saw Saidin flying overhead fast... With the One Power acting odd but working at last... Oh Faile's lovely hair was sweet perfume. But Rand had to botch it by entering the room. Oh she was so horny I could dance! Yeh, that night I got my chance... But Light! Still she refused to yield, Elyas gave me advice to help our relationship build. What a change in her it would reveal... What a day...when Faile became...my bride. We started singing, My, my, we're through with the lies. No more jealousy, total honesty, so we won't have to cry. Now we're training the boys, to fight and to ride. Saying, "We'll be happy till the day that we die. We'll be happy till the day that we die." Oh, now here I am, supposedly disgraced. Going to put Masema in his place. I don't think I'll argue over the Sedai again... So come on, with Faile and Elyas this'll be quick. (Maybe Nynaeve could come beat him with a stick) Cause, Rand has so few friends... Oh, the Prophet's scent said he should be in a cage. My throat let out a growl of rage. It struck me clear as a bell, no Yellow could ever make him well. And now that Faile is gone from sight, my soul might be a part of the sacrificial rite. I know the Dark One's laughing with delight. For Faile, I would have gladly died. He was singing, My, my, Faile's gone bye-bye. Your heart is heavy, what a pity, why don't you go cry? As for me and the boys, we'll be drinking whiskey and rye, Singing, "Light we wish we could die. Oh we wish that we could just die." Now Mat is missing, and I've got the blues. And everywhere it's crappy news... Will we survive to see another day? So who knows what RJ has in store? We've always been wrong before... our theories never seem to work out the right way... Now in their homes the readers scream, the impatient cry and the imaginative dream. Not a word is spoken, it's for Winter's Heart they're all hopin. And the two men I admire most, Rand, and Mat, they're probably toast. And the Seanchan are tearing up the coast. I still remember the day...Faile became...my bride. I was singing, Oh my, my...just how stupid am I? We got married, never tarried, cause I thought I would die. Now I'm surrounded by boys, they all call me Goldeneyes. I can't believe that Faile's my bride. Oh Light, I can't believe Faile's my bride. Margaritaville by Jimmy Buffet magically transforms into Two Rivers Feel! Sung by Perrin (blaming himself for the troubles that seem to surround him): How much can I take? Faile makes my head ache. I’ve got a manor house cause they call me a lord. Hiding from petitioners, I hear every whisper. Smell of meat ooh makes my blood boil. Glad to be home again, for that Two Rivers’ feel. Searching for my life’s purpose that’s all. Some people claim that a ta’averen’s to blame. But I know... it’s nobody’s fault. Faile gets so angry, and sometimes she hurts me. Nothing I say will make her relent. But she can be so kind, that I almost lose my mind. Now everywhere I go I can smell her scent. Glad to be home again, for that Two Rivers’ feel. Searching for my life’s purpose that’s all. Some people claim that it’s Faile to blame. Now I think, maybe it’s my fault. I’ve killed a great deal of Trollocs, they swarmed at us in flocks. and I even drove the Whitecloaks back home. But there’s more still out there, it seems they’re always in my hair. Now it seems I just have to grit my teeth and hang on. Glad to be home again, for that Two Rivers’ feel. Searching for my life’s purpose that’s all. Some people claim that it’s the Dark One to blame. But I know, it’s my own damn fault. Some people claim that it’s the Dark One to blame. But I know, it’s my own damn fault. Faile talking about her Jealousy and worries, sung to the tune of Lit's "My Own Worst Enemy": I wish I could forget about the things he said back in the Stone. I’m sure he couldn’t have meant all that. I can’t remember how it went, but I know that wench threw me. Please tell, please tell me... Liiiiight, my heart was caught by a blacksmith, and I...I’m sleeping with the Wolf King. I just can’t trust him, can I? One day, I bet he’ll be gone...gooone. It’s no surprise to me, my greatest flaw is jealousy. Cause everyone is trying to take my Perrin away from me. I can’t help I’m always going off and gouging his back! I’m still learning, please tell me, why.... We’re always fighting so hard, and I’m sleeping with a heavy gown on... I bet he was with Berelain, last night. I don’t want to be alone...aloneee. Please tell me, why.... We’re always fighting so hard, and I’m sleeping with a heavy gown on... I bet he was with Berelain, last night. I don’t want to be alone...aloneee. It’s no surprise to me, my greatest flaw is jealousy. Cause everyone is trying to take my Perrin away from me. I can’t help I’m always going off and gouging his back! I’m sure he couldn’t have meant all that... “The Dragon” (think Edgar Allan Poe's 'The Raven') Once when in a class so dreary, while I slumbered, weak and weary, The teacher was talking of some small country or forgotten war, While I snored, gladly sleeping, vaguely I sensed someone creeping, It seemed someone was quietly peeking, peeking at /my/ classroom door. "'Iss a teacccher," I mumbled, "peeking at the classroom door.” If only I knew, it was Rand al’Thor. Ah, vividly I...well, I can’t remember...maybe it was June, or November, And each drop of spittle from my lips made a puddle upon the floor, “Kneel to me.“ came a voice; I raised my head, I had no choice. And as I saw my heart rejoiced- rejoiced for him called Rand al’Thor- For the dread and powerful channeler whom Tam named al‘Thor- there in /flesh/ a figure of fantastic lore. And though it’s untrue, absurd , inane... I’m quite certain you think me insane. but it shocked me- locked me in my gummed-up chair with thoughts never thought before, So that there, to quiet the buzzing of my head, I stood chanting, "'Tis some false vision madly panting at the classroom door- Some bit of undigested meat rather than /he/ at my classroom door;- Yes, that’s it, it /can’t/ be al’Thor." Finally I had to speak, clearing my throat I forced in a squeak, "Rand," said I, "or vision, no longer your presence I can ignore; But you see I was sleeping, wait...please, stop that weeping, and why are you laughing, laughing there and screaming, “Seal the Bore!“? I say, are you quite alright?"- here he collapsed quickly to the floor;- Silence there, from /THE/ al’Thor. Standing over him I commenced the sneering, long I watched foolishly, jeering, Taunting, doing things no Randlander ever dared to try before; But the silence was harshly broken, he rose up with no word spoken, What the hell had I been smokin‘? To tease a man like Rand al’Thor. Then I trembled, and wet my pants as I softly murmured, “Mercy, Lord a’Thor!“ Only this, and then /I/ hit the floor. Darkness my thoughts quickly consuming, my last vision of the Dragon looming, For a very long while I could know nothing more. "Weird," said he, "I think that guy has gone nucking futs.” Let me see, where, what is this place, and this strange room with some droning bore,- Lews Therin be quiet a moment, so this mystery I might explore;- I SAID SHUT UP LEWS THERIN, EVERMORE!" At this time my eyes began to flutter, and I opened my mouth and tried to stutter, But he was still there and he stepped back across the room and closed the door, Not the least explanation made he; not even the teacher paused or delayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, he drew the sword Callandor- My pants acquired new ballast as I quivered there like never before, Cried, and moaned, and watched al’Thor. Then the students slowly moving as one group their cowardice proving, By small increments and long pauses made their way through the door. "Ah now I know you, though you’re so weak and craven, thou," he said, "must be Ravrin!” My fear diminished like melting snow and I would no longer his mercy implore, “My name is Ravriem and it’s as good a name as any you’ve had now or before!“ Quoth the Dragon Reborn, "Oh. Well...I‘m al‘Thor." Much I marvelled that this great figure would speak so plainly, Though my attention was still focused mainly on the sword- a sword called Callandor; For you cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blest with seeing that figure in his classroom door- Neither he, or Mat, or Perrin, in reality strolling through a classroom door, As impossible as finding the beginning of a shore. But the Dragon, idly watching me kneeling amidst the dust, seemed lonely And spake one word, as if more than his soul he would gladly have given for, for the name he softly muttered- his mind with madness now full cluttered- Ilyena, c-c-come back to me,” he stuttered, with such pain that I could bear no more- So gathering courage in thoughts of she; my Faile whom I’m sure we all adore- Bravely I said, “Ilyena will be reborn nevermore.” He seemed startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "he believes his life has become a chore, The Tower and the Dark One seek to be his master and catch him up in swift disaster that follows him fast and follows still faster till his brains rot into soupy gore- A pity that mankind depends on one whose wits are a thing of yore His reasoning has left him, evermore.” But the Dragon cruelly smiling and with small gestures soothing, beguiling Straight at me he strutted with a look on his face never seen before, Then upon the floor I was quickly sinking, though I struggled to speed my thinking but all I could picture was my lovely Falcon, who represented of me my core- the core of what I am or could be, what I want to become or should be; should be so much more “Oh Light,” I cried, “Faile will love me Nevermore!” So to my feet quickly springing, with rush of blood and heartbeat singing, To the tattooed fool my eyes attached, and with heat of desperation quickly bore- bore into his own mad face so oddly twisted; and in my mind my faults were listed- If I killed this fool she will know me; to be known by the one I adore! Too fanciful to dare dream any day other, but it was a day never seen since or before, She shall press and kiss me, I shall be her little who...ah... Then like some Don Quixote of fencers, I grabbed a ruler without fear of censure, for Rand was just as mad as me if not more. "Wretch," I cried, "the Creator scorns and rebukes thee- and I swear by Faile you will /not/ beat me Death- endless death and madness, these will haunt you for a thousand tomorrows forever more I lunged and stabbed him with ferocity I would normally abhor, a pacifist I would be nevermore. "Dragon!" said I, "thing of madness!- Kinslayer Reborn, with eyes of sadness!- Whether Creator sent, or whether a gateway brought you to our door, I stand here ready to kill you, you cannot win for the madness fills you, And in this final moment I tell it true- My love for Faile with sustain me and her favor I do implore- There is no healer here to bring you back from death’s door!” sobbed the Dragon, “MY loves I’ll see Nevermore." "Fool!" said I, "man of fantasy- still you bother me, I cannot abide your endless insanity! By the Light that comes from the Creator that loves us- by the Creator that we both adore- Take yourself back, though your life has all sorrow been, face your fate as Alanna’s Gaidin, You will find a way to beat the evils that gather at your shore- I’m sure Mat will bring the Seanchan peacefully to your shore, Your problems will not defeat you Rand al’Thor,” "Be that word our sign in parting, vision or fiend," he whispered, his voice weary, disheartening- "Though I have had dreams of one named Ravriem long before, I’d never have thought we could have spoken so now I leave with one last token, I’ll leave your loneliness unbroken!- but I’ll take something worth far more!” He took the whip given to me in a dream by Faile, and made a gateway- disappearing through that magic door- The Dragon Reborn I’ve seen nevermore. And the whip, never returning, has me yearning, ALWAYS yearning, To punish he that took it with such insolence, that /FOOL/ al’Thor! And mark my words, every night though peaceful seeming, my mind is involved in deadly dreaming, And in the world of dreams I will one day meet and kill him with a thought, no more, And then his soul with delightful glee I’ll throw to the Dark One in the Bore, And /I/ shall be ruler, evermore! |
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