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[lastgunslinger]

Today Roland is reading fiction over at a table -- or trying. Somewhere he got a copy of The Canterbury Tales -- in Middle English.

Whan that Aprill with his showres soote
the droughte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veine in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flowr;
Whan Zephyrus eek with his sweete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halve cours yronne,
And smale fowles maken melodye
That sleepen al the night with open yë-
So priketh hem Nature in hir corages-
Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages...

From the look on his face, the book is shortly to be closed and ignored in favor of his tobacco pouch.

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[lastgunslinger]

Roland inclines his head slightly. "A city, a region, a landmark -- ?"

[blue_ajah]

"Regions," she clarifies. "Andor and Ghealdan are lands-- kingdoms, if you will, although neither is ruled by a king."

"We are just south of the Two Rivers region; it is a small area, with a few villages scattered about. Once, it was known as Manetheren-- I believe I have told you their tale, have I not?"

A pause.

"Rand al'Thor, Mat Cauthon, and Perrin Aybara are all from the Two Rivers, as are Nynaeve al'Meara and Egwene al'Vere."

[lastgunslinger]

The pause before Roland nods is very short. "And how likely are we to meet someone who knows you?"

That, Roland is fairly certain, would be very inadvisable. Considering.

[blue_ajah]

"That is part of the reason why we are south of the Two Rivers," she says dryly. "It would not be well at all for me to be recognized there -- and although I was not there long, I suspect that I made a significant impression upon some."

Among them, Rand's father, Tam al'Thor.

"There is something that I can do to manage that, as it happens, but it will take me some few moments of time to work."