Nerim

Lopin and Nerim, the two serving men he was saddled with, would fight over which one got to clean the coat.

Knife of Dreams Jordan, Robert, 1948- 2005

Lopin and Nerim, as formal as if they were in a palace instead of squeezed for room to move, served a typical early-spring meal, stringy mutton with peas that had been dried and turnips that had sat too long in somebody's cellar.

Knife of Dreams Jordan, Robert, 1948- 2005

Lopin and Nerim popped in every few minutes, bowing and inquiring whether Mat or the others wanted anything, but once they fetched wine and cups"Lopin carried the tall pottery jar and broke the wax seal; Nerim carried the cups on a wooden tray"Mat told them to find Harnan and the other soldiers.

Knife of Dreams Jordan, Robert, 1948- 2005

Lopin had made a pepper sauce for the mutton, Nerim had found pine nuts for the peas, there was plenty to go around, and nothing tasted off, so it was as fine a meal as could be managed.

Knife of Dreams Jordan, Robert, 1948- 2005

A filthy stable, by the expression on her face, though Lopin and Nerim could have satisfied his mother when it came to cleaning.

Knife of Dreams Jordan, Robert, 1948- 2005

The wine was near enough vinegar; but even Nerim had a hard time finding good wine these days.

Knife of Dreams Jordan, Robert, 1948- 2005

Mat could not understand how anyone could get bored with not having any work to do, but Nerim was full of dolorous comments on how poorly Talmanes must be faring without him, mournfully sighing about five times a day that Talmanes must have given his place to another by now, and he was ready to wrestle Lopin if need be for a share of the cleaning and mending.

Knife of Dreams Jordan, Robert, 1948- 2005

Feet pounded in the hallway, and Mistress Anan pushed Nerim firmly out of her way and raised her skirts to step around the corpse on the floor.

A Crown of Swords Jordan, Robert, 1948- 1996

Nerim kept a full set of pots, and everything else he thought a lord's servant might need traveling, in the small room he shared with Olver next to Mat's.

A Crown of Swords Jordan, Robert, 1948- 1996

Nerim stood a little distance off, with Pips, and his own short plump brown mare towering over him, and two packhorses with wicker panniers stuffed to the top.

Lord of Chaos Jordan, Robert, 1948- 1994