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Couldn__ we camp down by the lakes?_ Nynaeve asked, patting her face with her kerchief. __t must be cooler down by the water.___ight,_ Mat said, ____ just like to stick my head in one of them. I might never take it out.__ust 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__ 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__ 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__ yellow eyes were as disbelieving as he knew his own must be. Nothing that big could live in a lake that size. Those couldn__ have been hands on those tentacles. They couldn__ have been.__n second thought,_ Mat said faintly, __ like it right here just fine.

If the rest of them can survive only by destroying us, then why should we wish them to survive? . . . Nothing can make it moral to destroy the best. One can't be punished for being good. One can't be penalized for ability.

Only a man of integrity can possess the virtue of honesty, since only the faking of one__ consciousness can permit the faking of existence.