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Chapters (69)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for Robert Jordan’s
  3. THE FIRESOFHEAVEN
  4. Copyright Notice
  5. Dedication
  6. Map
  7. PROLOGUE
  8. CHAPTER1
  9. CHAPTER2
  10. CHAPTER3
  11. CHAPTER4
  12. CHAPTER5
  13. CHAPTER6
  14. CHAPTER7
  15. CHAPTER8
  16. CHAPTER9
  17. CHAPTER10
  18. CHAPTER11
  19. CHAPTER12
  20. CHAPTER13
  21. CHAPTER14
  22. CHAPTER15
  23. CHAPTER16
  24. CHAPTER17
  25. CHAPTER18
  26. CHAPTER19
  27. CHAPTER20
  28. CHAPTER21
  29. CHAPTER22
  30. CHAPTER23
  31. CHAPTER24
  32. CHAPTER25
  33. CHAPTER26
  34. CHAPTER27
  35. CHAPTER28
  36. CHAPTER29
  37. CHAPTER30
  38. CHAPTER31
  39. CHAPTER32
  40. CHAPTER33
  41. CHAPTER34
  42. CHAPTER35
  43. CHAPTER36
  44. CHAPTER37
  45. CHAPTER38
  46. CHAPTER39
  47. CHAPTER40
  48. CHAPTER41
  49. CHAPTER42
  50. CHAPTER43
  51. CHAPTER44
  52. CHAPTER45
  53. CHAPTER46
  54. CHAPTER47
  55. CHAPTER48
  56. CHAPTER49
  57. CHAPTER50
  58. CHAPTER51
  59. CHAPTER52
  60. CHAPTER53
  61. CHAPTER54
  62. CHAPTER55
  63. CHAPTER56
  64. GLOSSARY
  65. Excerpt: Lord of Chaos
  66. PROLOGUE
  67. Tor Books by Robert Jordan
  68. About the Author
  69. Newsletter Sign-up

“You’ve not been to see me in some time, so I suppose there’s something you need to work out in your mind. When you were in the nursery—and later—you always used to come to me when you couldn’t work matters out. Shall I make a pot of tea?”

“Some time, Lini? I visit you every week, and a wonder I do, given how you speak to me. I would exile the highest lady in Andor if she said half what you do.”

Lini gave her a level look. “You have not darkened my doorway since the spring. And I talk as I always have; I’m too old to change now. Do you want tea?”

“No.” Morgase put a hand to her head in confusion. She did visit Lini every week. She could remember. . . . She could not remember. Gaebril had filled her hours so completely that sometimes it was hard to remember anything other than him. “No, I do not want tea. I do not know why I came. You cannot help me with the problem I have.”

Her old nurse snorted, though somehow she made it a delicate sound. “Your trouble is with Gaebril, isn’t it? Only now you’re ashamed to tell me. Girl, I changed you in your cradle, tended you when you were sick and heaving your stomach up, and told you what you needed to know about men. You have never been too shamed to discuss anything with me, and now is no time to begin.”

“Gaebril?” Morgase’s eyes widened. “You know? But how?”

“Oh, child,” Lini said sadly, “everyone knows, though no one’s had the courage to tell you. I might have, if you hadn’t stayed away, but it is hardly something I could go running to you with, now is it? It is the kind of thing a woman won’t believe until she finds out for herself.”

“What are you talking about?” Morgase demanded. “It was your duty to come to me if you knew, Lini. It was everyone’s duty! Light, I am the last to know, and now it may be too late to stop it!”

“Too late?” Lini said incredulously. “Why should it be too late? You bundle Gaebril out of the Palace, out of Andor, and Alteima and the others with him, and it is done with. Too late, indeed.”

For a moment Morgase could not speak. “Alteima,” she said finally, “and . . . the others?”