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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

Nynaeve hit her in the mouth as hard as she could. Light, I have to get away. She backhanded Rianna so hard the black-haired woman fell on her silk-covered rump with a grunt. They must have the others, but if I can make it out the door, if I can get far enough away they can’t shield me, I can do something. She pushed Liandrin hard, shoving her away from the door. Just let me escape their shielding, and I’ll. . . .

Blows hit her from every side, like fists and sticks, pummeling her. Neither Liandrin, blood trickling from a corner of her now-grim mouth, nor Rianna, her hair as disarrayed as her green dress, lifted a hand. Nynaeve could feel the flows of Air weaving about her as well as she could feel the blows themselves. She still struggled to reach the door, but she realized that she was on her knees, now, and the unseen blows would not stop, invisible sticks and fists striking at her back and her stomach, her head and her hips, her shoulders, her breasts, her legs, her head. Groaning, she fell onto her side and curled into a ball, trying to protect herself. Oh, Light, I tried. Egwene! Elayne! I tried! I will not cry out! Burn you, you can beat me to death, but I won’t cry!

The blows stopped, but Nynaeve could not stop quivering. She felt bruised and battered from crown to toe.

Liandrin crouched beside her, arms around her knees, silk rustling against silk. She had wiped the blood away from her mouth. Her dark eyes were hard, and there was no amusement on her face now. “Perhaps you are too stupid to know when you are defeated, wilder. You fought almost as wildly as that other foolish girl, that Egwene. She almost went mad. You must all learn to submit. You will learn to submit.”

Nynaeve shivered and reached for saidar again. It was not that she had any real hope, but she had to do something. Forcing through her pain, she reached out . . . and struck that invisible shield. Liandrin did have amusement back in her eyes, now, the grim mirth of a nasty child who pulls the wings off flies.

“We have no use for this one, at least,” Rianna said, standing beside Ailhuin. “I will stop her heart.” Ailhuin’s eyes nearly came out of her head.