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“I'm a gambler, a farmboy, and I'm here to take command of your bloody army!

--Mat Cauthon”
― Robert Jordan, The Fires of Heaven

“Couldn鈥檛 we camp down by the lakes?鈥� Nynaeve asked, patting her face with her kerchief. 鈥淚t must be cooler down by the water.鈥�

鈥淟ight,鈥� Mat said, 鈥淚鈥檇 just like to stick my head in one of them. I might never take it out.鈥�

Just then something roiled the waters of the nearest lake, the dark water phosphorescing as a huge body rolled beneath the surface. Length on man-thick length sent ripples spreading, rolling on and on until at last a tail rose, waving a point like a wasp鈥檚 stinger for an instant in the twilight, at least five spans into the air. All along that length fat tentacles writhed like monstrous worms, as many as a centipede鈥檚 legs. It slid slowly beneath the surface and was gone, only the fading ripples to say it had ever been.

Rand closed his mouth and exchanged a look with Perrin. Perrin鈥檚 yellow eyes were as disbelieving as he knew his own must be. Nothing that big could live in a lake that size. Those couldn鈥檛 have been hands on those tentacles. They couldn鈥檛 have been.

鈥淥n second thought,鈥� Mat said faintly, 鈥淚 like it right here just fine.”
― Robert Jordan, The Eye of the World