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Chapters (68)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Notice
  4. Dedication
  5. Map
  6. PROLOGUE
  7. CHAPTER1
  8. CHAPTER2
  9. CHAPTER3
  10. CHAPTER4
  11. CHAPTER5
  12. CHAPTER6
  13. CHAPTER7
  14. CHAPTER8
  15. CHAPTER9
  16. CHAPTER10
  17. CHAPTER11
  18. CHAPTER12
  19. CHAPTER13
  20. CHAPTER14
  21. CHAPTER15
  22. CHAPTER16
  23. CHAPTER17
  24. CHAPTER18
  25. CHAPTER19
  26. CHAPTER20
  27. CHAPTER21
  28. CHAPTER22
  29. CHAPTER23
  30. CHAPTER24
  31. CHAPTER25
  32. CHAPTER26
  33. CHAPTER27
  34. CHAPTER28
  35. CHAPTER29
  36. CHAPTER30
  37. CHAPTER31
  38. CHAPTER32
  39. CHAPTER33
  40. CHAPTER34
  41. CHAPTER35
  42. CHAPTER36
  43. CHAPTER37
  44. CHAPTER38
  45. CHAPTER39
  46. CHAPTER40
  47. CHAPTER41
  48. CHAPTER42
  49. CHAPTER43
  50. CHAPTER44
  51. CHAPTER45
  52. CHAPTER46
  53. CHAPTER47
  54. CHAPTER48
  55. CHAPTER49
  56. CHAPTER50
  57. CHAPTER51
  58. CHAPTER52
  59. CHAPTER53
  60. CHAPTER54
  61. CHAPTER55
  62. CHAPTER56
  63. Glossary
  64. CHAPTER1
  65. Tor Books by Robert Jordan
  66. Praise for Robert Jordan and The Wheel of Time®
  67. About the Author
  68. Newsletter Sign-up

“Tuatha’an?” came a rumbling voice, like a huge bumblebee. “What about the Tuatha’an?” The Ogier came to join them at the fire, marking his place in his book with a finger the size of a large sausage. A thin streamer of tabac smoke rose from the pipe in his other hand. His high-necked coat of dark brown wool buttoned up to the neck, and flared at the knee over turned-down boot tops. Perrin stood hardly as high as his chest.

Loial’s face had frightened more than one person, with his nose broad enough almost to be called a snout and his too-wide mouth. His eyes were the size of saucers, with thick eyebrows that dangled like mustaches almost to his cheeks, and his ears poked up through long hair in tufted points. Some who had never seen an Ogier took him for a Trolloc, though Trollocs were as much legend to most of them as Ogier.

Loial’s wide smile wavered and his eyes blinked as he became aware of having interrupted them. Perrin wondered how anyone could be frightened of the Ogier for long. Yet some of the old stories call them fierce, and implacable as enemies. He could not believe it. Ogier were enemies to no one.

Min told Loial of Leya’s arrival, but not of what she had seen. She was usually closemouthed about those seeings, especially when they were bad. Instead, she added, “You should know how I feel, Loial, suddenly caught up by Aes Sedai and these Two Rivers folk.”

Loial made a noncommittal sound, but Min seemed to take it for agreement.

“Yes,” she said emphatically. “There I was, living my life in Baerlon as I liked it, when suddenly I was grabbed up by the scruff of the neck and jerked off to the Light knows where. Well, I might as well have been. My life has not been my own since I met Moiraine. And these Two Rivers farmboys.” She rolled her eyes at Perrin, a wry twist to her mouth. “All I wanted was to live as I pleased, fall in love with a man I chose. . . .” Her cheeks reddened suddenly, and she cleared her throat. “I mean to say, what is wrong with wanting to live your life without all this upheaval?”