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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

“I have a question I must ask the Amyrlin Seat,” she began, then cut off abruptly as three Aes Sedai stopped to look into the entry hall, two from one archway and one from another.

Accepted and novices curtsied when their rounds took them close to one of the Aes Sedai, but otherwise went on about their tasks, perhaps a trifle more briskly. That was all. Not so for the petitioners. They seemed to catch their breaths all together. Away from the White Tower, away from Tar Valon, they might simply have thought the Aes Sedai three women whose ages they could not guess, three women in the flush of their prime, yet with more maturity than their smooth cheeks suggested. In the Tower, though, there was no question. A woman who had worked very long with the One Power was not touched by time in the same way as other women. In the Tower, no one needed to see a golden Great Serpent ring to know an Aes Sedai.

A ripple of curtsies spread through the huddle, and jerky bows from the few men. Two or three people even fell to their knees. The rich merchant looked frightened; the farm couple at her side stared at legends come to life. How to deal with Aes Sedai was a matter of hearsay for most; it was unlikely that any here, except those who actually lived in Tar Valon, had seen an Aes Sedai before, and probably not even the Tar Valoners had been this close.

But it was not the Aes Sedai themselves that halted Min’s tongue. Sometimes, not often, she saw things when she looked at people, images and auras that usually flared and were gone in moments. Occasionally she knew what they meant. It happened rarely, the knowing—much more rarely than the seeing, even—but when she knew, she was always right.

Unlike most others, Aes Sedai—and their Warders—always had images and auras, sometimes so many dancing and shifting that they made Min dizzy. The numbers made no difference in interpreting them, though; she knew what they meant for Aes Sedai as seldom as for anyone else. But this time she knew more than she wanted to, and it made her shiver.