Nyneave's Oath

Death comes and now my Healing begins. I shall not be satisfied until I Heal someone three days dead. I shall divorce Lan, give birth to no children. I shall wear no crowns. Only snooty little girls with their hair still unbraided, who have their nose stuck in the air can wear those filthy things *braid tug*. I shall live and die trying to Heal something that cannot be Healed. I am the weave of Air that holds the sword in the darkness. I am the braid-tugger on the walls. I am the good, stout, Two- Rivers wollens, the light that brings the dawn weather it wants to or not, the scream that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realm from Moghedien. I pledge my life, honor, and Lan to the Night's Watch for this night and for all nights to come.