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[blue_ajah]

She is upstairs working this evening, alternating between several projects in order that she might remain able to view each with clear mind and focus.

Moiraine has just set aside a journal open to her notes on the loosening of the Pattern and its effect on the dead of her world -- and now, perhaps, another -- and turned again in her anthology of poetry to a particular work, marked with a blue silk ribbon.

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[blue_ajah]

"Such is often the way of prophecy, that any attempt to either bring it to a conclusion or to prevent it entirely might well have effects other than those intended."

There is dark certainty apparent as she says this, but then her tone gentles somewhat.

"But do not lose hope, Merriman, for it seems clear that whatever world Galadan and the others are from, the tale of Arthur Pendragon there is not the same-- as it is not in mine, come to that. Similarities between the worlds are one thing, but altering the fate of another world entirely to affect one's own?"

The Aes Sedai shakes her head.

"It seems unlikely, to say the least. Perhaps not impossible, of course, but unlikely."

[gramarye1971]

He nods, considering her words.

'That is what I hope as well. If the difference is great enough, perhaps that will be sufficient. But it seems that we will not know for certain until Miss Ford's vision and subsequent summons comes to pass.'

For good or ill.