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Chapters (66)
  1. LORDOFCHAOS
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Maps
  5. PROLOGUE
  6. CHAPTER1
  7. CHAPTER2
  8. CHAPTER3
  9. CHAPTER4
  10. CHAPTER5
  11. CHAPTER6
  12. CHAPTER7
  13. CHAPTER8
  14. CHAPTER9
  15. CHAPTER10
  16. CHAPTER11
  17. CHAPTER12
  18. CHAPTER13
  19. CHAPTER14
  20. CHAPTER15
  21. CHAPTER16
  22. CHAPTER17
  23. CHAPTER18
  24. CHAPTER19
  25. CHAPTER20
  26. CHAPTER21
  27. CHAPTER22
  28. CHAPTER23
  29. CHAPTER24
  30. CHAPTER25
  31. CHAPTER26
  32. CHAPTER27
  33. CHAPTER28
  34. CHAPTER29
  35. CHAPTER30
  36. CHAPTER31
  37. CHAPTER32
  38. CHAPTER33
  39. CHAPTER34
  40. CHAPTER35
  41. CHAPTER36
  42. CHAPTER37
  43. CHAPTER38
  44. CHAPTER39
  45. CHAPTER40
  46. CHAPTER41
  47. CHAPTER42
  48. CHAPTER43
  49. CHAPTER44
  50. CHAPTER45
  51. CHAPTER46
  52. CHAPTER47
  53. CHAPTER48
  54. CHAPTER49
  55. CHAPTER50
  56. CHAPTER51
  57. CHAPTER52
  58. CHAPTER53
  59. CHAPTER54
  60. CHAPTER55
  61. EPILOGUE
  62. GLOSSARY
  63. Excerpt: A Crown of Swords
  64. PROLOGUE
  65. Tor Books by Robert Jordan
  66. About the Author

Merana gave her assent and, as the young woman darted back outside, exchanged looks with Seonid and Masuri, wondering how long it would take Min to return to the Palace.

Mistress Cinchonine appeared at once, as round as any innkeeper Merana had ever seen, bobbing bows and dry-washing her pink hands. “Is there anything I can do for you, Aes Sedai? Anything I can fetch?” She had accommodated Merana often, and well, both before and after learning she was Aes Sedai.

“Berry tea,” Merana told her, smiling. “In the private sitting room upstairs.” The smile went as the innkeeper scurried away calling for one of the serving women. Merana motioned sharply for Alanna and Verin to join her on the stairs, and the five of them climbed in silence.

The sitting-room windows gave a good view of the street for those who wished it, which Merana did not particularly. She pulled in the windows that were open, to shut out some of the noise, and turned her back on them. Seonid and Masuri had taken chairs. Alanna and Verin remained standing, between the other two. Verin’s dark wool dress had an air of being rumpled, though it was not, and she had an inkstain on the tip of her nose, but her eyes were birdlike, sharp and watchful. Alanna’s eyes shone too, but very likely with anger, and now and then her hands quivered slightly, gripping the skirts of her yellow-bodiced blue silk dress; it looked as if she had slept in it. There was some excuse for her, of course. Some, but not enough.

“I do not know yet, Alanna,” Merana said firmly, “whether your actions have had any adverse effect. He did not bring up your bonding him—against his will—but he was sharp, very sharp, and—”

“Has he set further restrictions?” Verin broke in, tilting her head slightly. “All seems to be going well, to me. He did not fly away at news of you. He has received three; in some courtesy, at least, or you would be at thunderheads. He is a little frightened of us, which is to the good, or he would not have set limits, but unless he has set more, we still have as much freedom as before, so he is not terrified. Above all, we must not frighten him too far.”