Give me your trust, said the queen on her throne, for I must bear the burden all alone. Trust me to lead and to judge and to rule, and no man will think you a fool. But trust is the sound of the grave-dog’s bark. Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark. Trust is the sound of a soul’s last breath. Trust is the sound of death.
Give me your trust, said the king on high... Give me your trust, said the lady and lord... Give me your trust, said the love of your life... Trust is the taste of death.
- The Wheel of Time: Remembered Lyrics, Matrim Cauthon
Two puffs for the lady who be down for that
Whatever, together
Bring your own stash of the greatest, trade it
Roll a dub, burn a dub, cough a dub, taste it
Now watch us chase it
With a handful of pills
