Taken from a scene in whichever book, between Tawl and Bevlin.

Prophecy

I shivered as the words left my mouth.
Prophecy.
I wanted to clamp my teeth shut, to prevent anything more from coming.
What would I say?
What harm could I do, unwittingly?
The boy before me --
For that is what he was, a boy, though older by far than when I had last
seen him --
The boy before me knew.
Prophecy.
I felt it pressing down on me,
And knew it was ten thousand times worse for him.