" You are weeping, child," the old man said as he rested a companionable hand on her shoulder.
"So I am," she agreed. But this time she let the tears fall.
"Truly, there is more to you than I first saw." He regarded the burning stone with a frown as light flickered along its length and began to die. "I can only see through the gateways using the power of blood. Yet you can simply look, and thereby see."
Startled, she turned on him. "I thought you were a great sorcerer. Can't you teach me everything I need to know?"
He smiled at her and walked away, but he was only going to sit on his bench of rock. He picked up the rope and began to twist the strands against his thigh.
"In the end, only one person can teach you everything you need to know, and that is your own self. If you wish to learn with me, you must be patient. Now." He gestured toward the burning stone. "You must make your choice - there or here. The gateway is closing."
The flames flickered lower until they rippled like a sheen of water trembling along the surface of the stone.
She was still weeping, gentle tears that slid down her cheeks. "Ai, Lady! What must I do? How can I leave them?"
Yet she had known all along that it might come to this. She could never regret the choice she has made before and, knowing what she had known then, she would make the same choice again: to return to Sanglant.
But she knew a lot more now.
Now she know who her enemies were. "

― Kate Elliott , The Burning Stone (Crown of Stars, #3)