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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

Mat jerked his hat down irritably. “Nalesean knows Ebou Dar, Talmanes.” The Tairen grinned through his sweat and nodded. Talmanes’ face did not change. “Oh, all right. Nerim comes.” Talmanes inclined his head; maybe he had been serious.

At last there was a stir in the village, a group of women leading horses. Not just Elayne and Nynaeve, though he had not expected anyone else. Aviendha wore a gray riding dress, but she looked at her lean dun mare more than doubtfully. That Hunter with the golden braid showed more confidence with a heavy-haunched mouse-colored gelding and seemed to be trying to convince Aviendha of something about her mare. What was either of them doing there? There were two Aes Sedai, as well—other Aes Sedai besides Nynaeve and Elayne, he supposed he should say—slender women with white hair, which he had not seen on an Aes Sedai before. An old fellow trailed after them with a packhorse in addition to his own mount, a stringy man without much hair and that gray. It took Mat a moment to realize he was a Warder, with one of those color-shifting cloaks hanging down his back. That was what being a Warder meant; Aes Sedai worked you till your hair fell out, then probably worked your bones after you were dead.

Thom and Juilin came not far behind, and they had a packhorse too. The women stopped some fifty paces to the left with their aged Warder, not so much as looking at Mat and his men. The gleeman glanced at Nynaeve and the others, then spoke to Juilin, and they led their horses toward Mat, stopping short as if uncertain of their welcome. Mat went to them.

“I have to apologize, Mat,” Thom said, knuckling his mustaches. “Elayne put it in no uncertain terms that I wasn’t to talk with you further. She only relented this morning. In a weak moment some months back I promised to follow her orders, and she flings it in my face at the most awkward times. She wasn’t very pleased that I had said as much as I did.”

“Nynaeve threatened to punch my eye if I went near you,” Juilin said glumly, leaning on his bamboo staff. He was wearing a red Taraboner cap that could not give much protection from the sun, and even that looked glum.