“May Your Swords Stay Sharp!" - Lan Pendragon”

“May your swords stay sharp -Brom”

“Sé onr sverdar sitja hvass! {May your swords stay sharp}”

“You didn't listen to me," Lan whispered. One last lesson. The hardest. Demandred struck, and Lan saw his opening. Lan lunged forward placing Demandred's sword point against his own side and ramming himself forward onto it. "I did not come here to win," Lan whispered, smiling. "I came here to kill you. Death is lighter than a feather."Demandred's eyes opened wide, and he tried to pull back. Too late. Lan's sword took him straight though the throat.”

“I had long wondered," Lan said to Tam. "About the man who had given Rand that heron-marked blade. I wondered if he had truly earned it. Now I know." Lan raised his own sword in salute.”

“They shall wear elegant and ornamented robes, carry a sharp sword at their girdle, pamper themselves in eating and drinking, and have a superabundance of property and wealth;—such (princes) may be called robbers and boasters.”