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Are they
ready?

They'll have to be,
won't they?

You and I walk
this path together.

We've never walked
this path together.

I swore myself to you
because I trusted you.

You failed me.

Alanna will see you
to the Tower.

What do you want from me?

I don't want to hurt you.

You can't.

Logain Ablar,

you will serve as an example

to all men who dare to channel.

There she is.

You've heard of the Arches?

The trial novices
go through to become Accepted?

Is she ready?

She is ready
to leave behind what she was...

She could die in the Arches.
Many have before her.

Does she know
what she fears?

She has
never faced them...

Nynaeve!

...but now
is willing.

The hour waits for no woman.

What are they?

Ter'angreal.

- What do they do?
- Many things, child.

They are from
before the Breaking,

made during a time
when women could create objects

from the One Power itself.

Some ter'angreal

are made to work by Aes Sedai,
like this one.

Others do what they do

simply with the presence
of any woman who can channel.

We don't know
why they were made.

Most, we've learned
at great cost to avoid.

Many Aes Sedai have been killed
or burned out, learning that.

And you want me
to just walk through them?

We know what this one does.

It will bring you face-to-face
with your greatest fears,

and what those fears are,
are for you to know.

And you need to tell
no more than you wish.

So... what?

I just walk through
one arch and out again?

Three times through,
and it's done?

If you wish
to boil it down that far...

yes.

Two things we will tell you

now that no woman hears
until she is in this room.

The first: once you begin,

you must continue to the end.

Refuse to go on,

and you will be put
out of the Tower

with enough silver
to support you for a year.

But you will never be
allowed back.

Second:

to seek, to strive,
is to know danger,

and you will know danger here.

Some women have entered,
and never come out.

This is your last chance, child.

You may turn back now,
right now,

and you'll only have
one mark against you.

Twice more you'll be
allowed to come here,

and only on the third refusal
will you be put

out of the Tower.

I myself could not do it
the first time here.

If you are doing this
for someone else,

you will fail.

Do this for you.

Or not at all.

I'm ready.

Your dress.

Whatever awaits you,

you must face it with
nothing but your wits.

Not even the One Power
will be available to you

inside the Arches.

The way back will come but once.

There you are.

Dad.

Where did you get those?

I don't know.

I don't remember
how I got here...

You have to be careful,
sweetheart.

Herbs can be dangerous.

There. That should do it.

Don't forget.

Crimsonthorn roots are
poisonous.

Remember, red is dead.

What is that?

Dad!

Take them down!

No!

No!

Mum!

- Nynaeve, you're hurt.
- Elnore!

- Come on.
- Run.

Go on.

The cellar.

I need you to be

a brave girl now.
Whatever happens,

you have to be very quiet
and stay down here.

I can help you, Dad.

We shall
go into the land...

...so our children can
always hold us...

...and will never be alone.

Beerien!

Wait, Dad!

The way back
will come but once...

Mum!

Come here!

You are washed clean
of your sins.

And the sins committed
against you.

You come to us pure,
in heart and soul.

It was so real...

- Was it real?
- No one knows.

Some come out

bearing the actual wounds
taken inside.

Others are cut
to the bone inside

and come back without a mark.

If I save them,
would it change things?

Once you begin you
must continue.

The way back will come but once.

Nynaeve?

Tam.

What's wrong?
What's happening here?

A fever.

It spread through
the Two Rivers after you left.

Who gave you these herbs?

The Wisdom.

Natti Cauthon?

Why does Tam
call you Wisdom?

You've been gone
a long time, Nynaeve.

- You don't understand what these herbs can do.
- You abandoned us.

I may not be a Wisdom,
but I'm the one who stayed.

It's a painless death.

The Aes Sedai can heal this.

They can heal anything short
of death. I've... I've seen it.

The Amyrlin will...

We wrote to
your Amyrlin Seat months ago.

You're the first
"sister" I've seen.

There has to be another way.

- We can't...
- Don't judge me, girl.

Your job was to protect us,
and you left us.

If you can heal them,
then do it.

Otherwise,
go back to your Tower.

This isn't your home anymore.

You're going to be all right.

It's all right.

It's good to see your face.

You've been missed.

I'm sorry.

How is Rand?

Is he happy?

He is.

Thank you
for keeping him safe.

Will you stay with me until
the herbs have done their work?

I can't tell you what a comfort
it is to see your face.

The way back
will come but once.

- Nynaeve?
- I'm coming back, all right?

Please don't go.

I promise you.
I'm coming back.

Nynaeve. Nynaeve!

You are washed clean
of your sins.

- And the sins...
- No!

No! We need to go.

Please. To the Two Rivers.
There's a plague there.

Something we could all fix.

Every woman's fears
are her own property.

Do not burden us with them.

You are washed clean
of your sins.

And the sins committed
against you.

- You come to us...
- We need to go. Please.

Once you begin,
you must continue.

The way back

will come but once.

You're a remarkable woman,
Wisdom.

As beautiful
as the sun.

As fierce as a warrior.

You are a lioness, Wisdom...

What happened?

I don't remember what I did.

You are washed clean
of your sins.

And the sins committed
against you.

Why can't I remember?

It's all right.
The blood isn't yours.

- Lan!
- Sometimes it's best not to remember.

Well done, child.

You come to us
pure in heart and soul.

You are Nynaeve al'Meara,

Accepted of the White Tower.

You are sealed to us now.

No.

No!

What did I do in that last Arch?

What did you make me do?!

Your fears are
your own property, child.

I'm not like you.

If this test is about turning
my back on the people I love,

the people who trust me
to take care of them,

if being an Aes Sedai means

trusting the Tower
over everything

and everyone else, I won't.

Never.

Nynaeve...

Keep your ring.
I'm not your sister.

If you leave this room, you will
never be allowed to return.

You can't leave.

I need you.

You don't.

I came here for you, Egwene.

To protect you.

But the truth is,
you don't need my protection.

I can see that now.

I guess I learned
something here after all.

Do you know what Aes Sedai means
in the Old Tongue?

"Servants of all."

You're gonna be a woman who's
actually worthy of that title.

An Aes Sedai who makes me proud
of the months I spent here.

I'm going to miss you
so much.

What are you doing here?

Alanna told me you were
going through the Arches.

I came as fast as I could.

I couldn't do it.

Where will you go?

Home.

To the Two Rivers.

I don't know what's left
for me there,

but I know I don't belong here.

I could come with you.

If you'll have me.

What about Moiraine?
The bond?

Of course I'll have you.

The way back
will come but once.

Are you all right?

I thought I heard something.

Nynaeve?

What's wrong?

I don't know, I...

It was a strange feeling.
Like this...

This was all a dream.

Nynaeve al'Meara has
made her choice.

Alanna was right.

She wasn't ready.

We've lost women
to the Arches before.

Some are just not up to
the task of wearing this ring.

No. She trusted you.

Trusted us,
and we got her killed.

I hope your conscience never
lets you make peace with that.

I know mine won't.

Who are they?
What do they want?

I have never read or heard
anything of these people.

- No! Nana!
- No!

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

Where are you taking her?

Nana!

- Nana!
- Stop!

People of Atuan's Mill,

you have forgotten
your history.

You squat on stolen land.

Land which once belonged to us,

and will be ours once again.

When the fleet of
Luthair Paendrag

crossed the Aryth Ocean,

the return was promised.

Today is that day.

We have to do something.

We can't just let them
take these girls.

We're outnumbered and unarmed.

No, we're not.

Quiet.

When you swear
the oaths and bow

before the High Lady Suroth,

the debt of your forefathers
shall be forgiven.

You will share in the prosperity

of the Seanchan's return,

from Atuan's Mill to Falme,

to our great empire
across the sea.

Uno...

Who will be the first
to swear the oaths

and bow before
the High Lady Suroth,

pledging fealty to the throne?

This man.

No, no, no.
Stop. Stop.

Stop!
What are you doing to him?

Stop! Stop!

Avert your eyes
and kneel.

You'd bloody well
like that, wouldn't you?

Bend the knee
and swear the oaths.

Feck you and your oaths.

Those who will not
swear the oaths

will have the oaths
sworn for them.

To obey.
To await. To serve.

No!

All will bow.

Our pride is not worth
more than our lives.

Perrin...

Perrin.

I swear to obey.

To await. And to serve.

I swear to obey.

To await. And to serve.

I can see red at your roots.

You keep your hair short

but you can't hide
what you really are.

So, when is the other boy
coming back?

I told you,
there was an accident.

I'll be looking after you
from now on.

Lucky you.

You know, the last boy used to
bring me red wine with dinner,

just to cover the taste
of these sour oats.

This is all
we're allowed to give you.

It's for your own safety.

How long are you going to wait?

I'm sorry?

Before you ask me
what you want to ask me.

A few days?

A few weeks?

It must have taken you months

to work your way in here.

You're more patient than I am.

I don't know
what you're talking...

Don't lie to me, boy.

I remember you.

From Tar Valon.

You watched
those women parade me

through the streets
like an animal.

- You must be confused.
- Nah, nah.

I can see it.

When another man can channel,
there's a glow, and yours...

...yours was brighter than any
I've ever seen.

I'll never forget
looking up and seeing you

sitting on that wall.

I knew you'd shake the world.

Caged as I was,
I couldn't help laughing.

And here you are now,
all these months later,

all these miles away.

So ask me...

...what you came here for.

I want to know...

...how to control it.

What's so funny?

A Ghealdanin red.

Then I'll show you
what you want to know.

Are you serious?

I could use a taste of home.

We're thousands of miles
away from Ghealdan.

Where am I supposed to find
a bottle of wine like that?

You worked out
how to get yourself here,

I'm sure you can
work this out, too.

...wave on wave,

cheers roll from watchers
in their thousands,

roll across the rooftops

and towers of Illian,
crash and break

unheard...

...around
the thousand ears of riders

whose hearts and eyes shine
with their sacred quest.

The Great Hunt
of the Horn rides forth,

rides to seek the Horn of Valere

that will summon
the heroes of the Ages

back from the grave
to battle for the Light...

Four centuries
since the last Hunt...

What is going on?

Tomorrow those unlucky bastards
go off to hunt for the Horn.

Horn? What horn?

The Horn of Valere.

You really were a shepherd,
weren't you?

Every few hundred years,

they call the Hunt
for the Horn in Illian.

Legend says whoever finds it
can summon an army of the dead.

The queen has promised half
her fortune to the woman or man

who brings back the Horn
to Cairhien.

Assuming they don't drink
themselves to death before.

- Looking for something special?
- Yes.

A Ghealdanin red?

Good luck finding a bottle
like that in the Foregate.

Where would I find such a wine?

You gonna tell me
why you're so keen

on this bottle all of a sudden?

I have a feeling you prefer it
when there's a little mystery.

I'll be back.

First glass is free
for the hunters,

but charge them double
once they start buying

rounds for their mates.

Come on, then.

Where are we going?

To find you a better coat.

Come on, we're going to be late.

Can't you weave us
together a hangover cure?

I thought you were
an innkeeper's daughter.

Should be no stranger
to hard liquor.

Ny, it's me.

Nynaeve?

Egwene.

Oh, this isn't how I intended
for you to find out.

I'm sorry.

What's going on?

Where's... where's Nynaeve?

She was called to be
an Accepted this morning.

She went into the Arches,
but she never came out.

No, I-I just saw her.
She...

We need to go in there
and get her out!

The Arches don't work like that.

We have
to do something.

It can't be.

I will speak bluntly,
not out of cruelty,

but out of respect for you.

Nynaeve is dead.

She's not coming back.

The loss is going to shake you
perhaps most of all,

but your grief is your own.

Face it, and in time,
you will grow stronger.

Like roots of a tree
when met with rock,

an Aes Sedai must find a way
to stand on her own.

Take the time you need.

But know the pain will pass.

Egwene, I'm so sorry.

I didn't know Nynaeve,
but I know you loved her.

I know she would have
faced her fate bravely.

Get out.

- Get out.
- Egwene...

- Please.
- Egwene, whatever you're feeling...

Get out!

I don't even know you!

I don't want you here.
Just get out!

Nynaeve...

Oh...

You're watching me sleep now,
are you?

Is that a "I'm here
to murder you" stare,

or "Light, I've never realized
how handsome you are"?

We lost a sister this morning.

A woman of incredible power.

Someone I respected.

On the plus side,
I'm sure she was probably

really, really old.

The door is open.
You're free to go.

What are you playing at?

All you've been saying
since I brought you here

is that Moiraine
left you behind,

you never would've
abandoned your friends.

Well, Egwene is
right here in this Tower.

And if it's one thing
she needs more than ever...

it's a friend.

But how do I know
you don't have sisters

right outside this room
waiting for me?

Leave. Stay.
Makes no difference to me.

We're done here.

So, after five months
of these questions and games

you're done with me?

That is bollocks.

A sister died today
because she was ill prepared

for the greatest challenge
a woman can face in this Tower.

She needed my help.

But for the past five months
I've been here,

wasting my time
with Moiraine's little secret.

Moiraine might have seen
something in you...

Light, Darkness, importance...

but I see nothing.

You're not dangerous.

You're an insidious coward who
mistakes his own moral failings

for cunning and wit.

A stupid, desperate boy
who wallows in self-pity,

blaming his friends
for leaving him.

I know you, Mat Cauthon,

though you may not
know yourself.

You left them.

And you'd do it again.

So go, find Egwene,
if she'll see you.

Or run home,

or starve in the Blight.

It doesn't matter to me,
because you don't matter.

Just spare me
the misery of your company.

It's already cost
too many people their lives.

...Nynaeve al'Meara.

Come to pay your respects?

You did this.

Ever since we got to the Tower,
you've had your eye on Nynaeve.

You wanted her dead.

I'll leave you to your grief.

Don't walk away from me.

I'm not done with you!

Your friend had a gift.

Raw power.

But you were supposed to be
the smart one.

The girl who knew her place.

The girl who knew how dangerous
it is to overstep.

We Aes Sedai can only
speak the truth,

so hear my words
and know they are true.

I didn't send Nynaeve
to her death.

I sent her to the Arches
because I believed in her.

But she disappointed me.

It's not always
the most powerful women

who write history.

It's the ones who survive.

You remember your place,
and you just might.

You have no idea
what I'm capable of.

I could get used
to you looking like this.

People are staring.

They know we weren't
at that dinner.

Of course, but it only
makes them more curious.

Look at this.

Lady Dhulaine has invited us
to dine with her next week.

They're trying to figure out

if we're outland nobles
they can use against each other.

And the Ghealdanin red?

Oh.

Be careful of an invitation
from Lady Dhulaine.

However you reply,
there will be costs attached.

Hmm.

So, what will it be?

Yes or no?

Neither.

Well, now you'll really
have the Houses talking.

Outland lord or no,

something gives me
the impression

you're staying in the Foregate,

aren't you?

It must seem so barbaric,

celebrating like this while
those poor people starve.

Their only hope some ridiculous

"Hunt for the Horn."

The queen's reward
sounds worth the risk.

Please, boy.
There is no reward.

There might not even be
a horn, for all I know.

The queen doesn't care.

She wants her city back.

After the Aiel War,

the farmers and peasants
who survived in the countryside

came to the city for safety.

And now?
The Foregate's overrun.

But you can't just kick people
out of their homes.

They'd revolt.

You have to give them
a reason to leave.

Most will die of exposure
or disappear in the Blight.

But they don't care, so long
as they save a little silver.

One less poor mouth
for the rich to feed.

It's an elegant solution,
really.

Sorry to cut in, Lady...

Anvaere.

I don't believe
we've been introduced.

No, I don't believe we have.

Look what I found.

Now are you going
to tell me who it's for?

What's wrong?

The Hunt for the Horn
is not real.

There is no reward.

It's all a ploy
to purge the Foregate.

Of course it's not real.

This is the most political
city in the world.

Everything anyone
says or does is part of

some scheme or some game.

Even Lady Anvaere.

Don't you wonder why
she wanted to talk to you?

What about you?

What is your reason
for helping me?

Don't ask questions
you know the answer to.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have
asked for your help.

I have to go.

Wait. We're having fun.

- Sorry.
- You're just going to leave me here?

You're going to miss
the fireworks.

Back so soon?

You must be desperate.

Ah...

You've been suppressing it
a long time.

I have.

But it won't go away.

The itch.

The urge to touch it.

How do I stop it?

You can't.

That's the secret.

The answer to the question
you already knew.

It can't be contained.

Eventually,
it will spill out of you.

Always.

You are mad.

There's no madness, boy.

The Aes Sedai use that lie
to justify their cruelty.

They poison the world
against men

so they can castrate us.

But they know

that only the Dragon can
defeat the Dark One!

You're not the Dragon.

No?

The blood of Lews Therin Telamon
flows in my veins.

I can feel him...

...hear his whispers.

This was a mistake.

You're going
to get me out of here.

I know you are.

I'm the only one
who can teach you.

You can't help me.

You're sick.

Maybe.

But none of us can hide
from what we are.

Hey. Come over here.

Look, if you're trying
to seduce me,

- the answer is still not...
- I'm not trying to seduce you.

You all right?

You seem unusually
maudlin tonight.

Yeah. Yeah.
Just come over here.

Okay.

Mat...

- Yeah?
- The door's open.

Yeah.

So let's go.

- Where?
- Who cares?

I don't know where to go.

I've been in here
for all these months

and now I can leave and...

I don't know where to go.

All that matters right now
is that that door's open,

and it's time
to walk through it.

'Cause I'm definitely
not waiting for you.

I was starting to worry
you might never wake up.

Who are you?

Oh, I'm the man standing
between you and the spike.

You, my friend, are part of
a caravan headed to Falme.

As an honored guest
of Lady Suroth,

you will be provided
accommodations

and a new life
with the Seanchan.

But between us...

...that's not
a coveted invitation.

Nothing good awaits you
in the harbor city.

You must be thirsty.

It's all right.

It's just water.

There's something different
about you, isn't there, Perrin?

I should have expected it
when I saw those eyes.

What are you talking about?

You know you have
something inside you.

Something that calls for blood.

Something that sets
your eyes on fire.

Show me, Perrin.

I want to meet the monster.

Who are you?

You know who I am.

You're dead.

Rand killed you.

Is that what Moiraine told you?

They're here.

Wolf!

What do you want from me?

The more wolf you are,

the more you're mine.

I'll be watching your progress
with great interest.

Let's go!

Let's go.

Run. He'll show you where.

What about Loial and the others?

You can't help your friends
from the back of a cage.

Run!

Right there. Get him!

Did you steal those nags?

Uh, I prefer
the term "liberated."

Did you work a few hard days
to get that food?

What can I say?

Freedom is in the air tonight.

Hold her.

I need to grab one more thing.

Well?

He's coming with me.

It was mostly even his idea.

Well, he's nothing
if not predictable.

Hmm.

- You know the way?
- Mm-hmm.

Remember...

...if you succeed,

Moiraine won't have anything
over either of us ever again.

Don't let me down.

If you ever leave me like that
again, I will kill you.

No.

Leave it on... My Lord.

That's it.

Show me...

Show me.

Let go.

I'm not afraid of you.

Rand. Rand!

You all right?

You're not the first to try.

In 3,000 years, there've been
over a hundred attempts

to bring back
a lost friend or lover.

It never works.

And it takes more than one
Aes Sedai to open the Arches.

So help me or leave.

No.

You are going to hurt yourself.

You might even die.

The best outcome here is one of
the sisters will catch you

and you will be expelled.

- You think I care about that now?
- Yes.

Of course you do.

I heard what happened
at the Two Rivers.

The Trolloc attack.

The death of so many people,
including the young Wisdom.

But she didn't die, did she?

She survived, found you,
and traveled with you here.

It's pretty clear
the Great Serpent ring

would never sit easily
on her finger.

But she still came.

For you.

Do you really think

Nynaeve would want you
to throw away your life,

your future, because she's gone?

She's the strongest person
I've ever known.

How could
she have failed?

No one knows what happens
in the Arches.

I can't leave her.

I'll get us some blankets.

We can stay the night.

Maybe what she faced offered her
a better turn of the Wheel.

Mummy, look!

Did Perrin make that for you?

She wanted something
to fight off the monsters.

She's a brave girl.
Like her mum.

Papa can teach me how to use it.

Uh, we'll see.

It's Mat.

My Lady.

Forgive me.

I did not realize that

we had a blademaster
in the Two Rivers.

It's me.

Elnore!

When did you get so grown-up?

Welcome home, stranger.

How about we see

if your father needs any help
with the honey cakes?

Yeah? Come on.
Off you go.

Honey cakes?

All right.
Come on then.

No, no, no, no, no.

I got a letter
from Egwene today.

She and the other Greens
are headed north.

Trollocs have invaded Saldaea.

Well, Saldaea's a far way off.

Not far enough.

Egwene Sedai can handle
a few Trollocs.

Do you regret leaving the Tower?

Can I have another honey cake?

You have had plenty.

How about you go give Mat
and Perrin a hug good night

and we get ready for bed?
Yeah?

Mummy?

The cellar.

- Now. Go.
- Yeah.

I need you to be a brave girl.

Just stay here
and wait for me to come back.

Can you do that for me?

No, no, no, no, no.

No.

No, no. No.

Mummy?

What's that?

The way back will come but once.

Come on, sweetheart,
we have to go.

But I'm scared.

I know.

But I need you to trust me.
Do you trust Mummy?

Okay.
Close your eyes.

I'm here.

Everything's gonna be
all right.

You're all right. I'm here.

Everything is going
to be all right.