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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
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Edorion drew a deep breath, puffing his pink cheeks, and let it out slowly. “I suppose if I made it out in one piece, I can make it back in. My Lord Dragon, forgive me if I offend, but would you care to wager, say, a thousand gold crowns, that you can really come in seven days?”

Rand stared at him. The man was as bad as Mat. “I don’t have a hundred crowns silver, much less a thousand in—”

Sulin broke in. “He has it, Tairen,” she said firmly. “He will meet your wager, if you make it ten thousand by weight.”

Edorion laughed. “Done, Aiel. And worth every copper if I lose. Come to think, I’ll not live to collect if I win. Come, Meresin, Daricain.” It sounded as if he were summoning dogs to heel. “We ride.”

Rand waited until the three had made their bows and were halfway back to the horses before rounding on the white-haired Maiden. “What do you mean, I have a thousand gold crowns? I’ve never seen a thousand crowns, much less ten thousand.”

The Maidens exchanged glances as if he were demented; so did Rhuarc and Mangin. “A fifth of the treasure that was in the Stone of Tear belongs to those who took the Stone, and will be claimed when they can carry it away.” Sulin spoke as to a child, instructing it in the simple facts of everyday life. “As chief and battle leader there, one tenth of that fifth is yours. Tear submitted to you as chief by right of triumph, so one tenth of Tear is yours as well. And you have said we can take the fifth in these lands—a . . . tax, you called it.” She fumbled the word; the Aiel did not have taxes. “The tenth part of that is yours also, as Car’a’carn.”

Rand shook his head. In all of his talks with Aviendha, he had never thought to ask whether the fifth applied to him; he was not Aiel, Car’a’carn or no, and it had not seemed anything to do with him. Well, it might not be a tax, but he could use it as kings did taxes. Unfortunately, he had only the vaguest idea how that was. He would have to ask Moiraine; that was one thing she had missed in her lectures. Perhaps she thought it so obvious that he should know.