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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

By simple trial and error she had learned a little of the rules of Tel’aran’rhiod—even this World of Dreams, this Unseen World, had its rules, if odd ones; she was sure she did not know a tenth of them—and one way to make herself go where she wanted. Closing her eyes, she emptied her mind as she would have to embrace saidar. It was not as easy, because the rosebud kept trying to form, and she kept sensing the True Source, kept aching to embrace it, but she had to fill the emptiness with something else. She pictured the Heart of the Stone, as she had seen it in these dreams, formed it in every detail, perfect within the void. The huge, polished redstone columns. The age-worn stones of the floor. The dome, far overhead. The crystal sword, untouchable, slowly revolving hilt-down in midair. When it was so real she was sure she could reach out and touch it, she opened her eyes, and she was there, in the Heart of the Stone. Or the Heart of the Stone as it existed in Tel’aran’rhiod.

The columns were there, and Callandor. And around the sparkling sword, almost as dim and insubstantial as shadows, thirteen women sat cross-legged, staring at Callandor as it revolved. Honey-haired Liandrin turned her head, looking straight at Egwene with those big, dark eyes, and her rosebud mouth smiled.

Gasping, Egwene sat up in bed so fast she almost fell off the side.

“What is the matter?” Elayne demanded. “What happened? You look frightened.”

“You only just closed your eyes,” Nynaeve said softly. “This is the first time since the very beginning that you’ve come back without us waking you. Something did happen, didn’t it?” She tugged her braid sharply. “Are you all right?”

How did I get back? Egwene wondered. Light, I do not even know what I did. She knew she was only trying to put off what she had to say. Unfastening the cord around her neck, she held the Great Serpent ring and the larger, twisted ter’angreal on her palm. “They are waiting for us,” she said finally. There was no need to say who. “And I think they know we are in Tear.”

Outside, the storm broke over the city.