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[Ila] We forswear violence.

Have you ever been in battle?

Picked up a weapon? A sword?

Bow and arrow? An ax?

[grunting]

[panting]

[Valda] They say the White Tower
dispatched eight sisters

to deal with Logain's army.

I will not forget your faces
should we meet again.

[Thom] Mat's got
all the signs, lad.

The Dark One
corrupted the One Power

so men couldn't use it
without going mad.

I see you.

[grunting]

You are exactly what I thought
you were, Wisdom al'Meara.

[Stepin] No bond is closer than
an Aes Sedai and her Warder.

♪ ♪

[yells]

[Nynaeve] I've heard
about the bond.

That you feel what she feels.

- [grunting]
- [screams]

[gasping]

- No!
- [groans]

[wind whistling]

♪ ♪

[wind whistling softly]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[takes deep breath]

May the last embrace
of the mother welcome you home.

[breath trembles]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[birds chirping]

♪ ♪

[horse neighs]

[horse huffs]

[Lan] A long time
since we've been home.

[Moiraine] Do you still
think of it as home?

Don't you?

This saddle is home.

This cloak. These boots.

This brooding man at my side.

[Lan chuckles]

[Moiraine] Is she ready
for what's waiting

in the White City?

[Lan] You think she talks to me?

She eats every night
at the Warders' fire.

She's worried, about Stepin.

Warders are not supposed
to outlive their Aes Sedai.

Stepin's a strong man.

He'll deliver her ring
to the Tower.

You think the other four
are already there?

If they are, we'll find them.

And if they aren't...

well, we'll find them.

[panting]

[indistinct shouting]

Watch it, you piece of sh...

[sniffs]

Mate, you all right?

Will you stop looking at me
like you're my bloody wet nurse.

Just tired.

A month without a warm bed
will do that.

That mountain.

What?

[Rand] I don't know.

I think I've seen it before.

♪ ♪

Tar Valon.

[lively chatter]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

Blood and ashes.

[birds chirping]

Can I have one?

Thank you.

What is it?

Mmm. Don't know.

It tastes good, though.

Not hungry. You have it.

Should be down there.

Thom told me about this place.

The innkeeper was
an old friend of his.

I'll give you one for this,
one for the other one.

Thought we were going
to the White Tower.

Yeah, we will.

But first, we need to rest
and clean up.

Think they'll let us in
looking like this? [chuckles]

[melodic whistling]

[whistling continues]

I can't believe a night here
is more expensive

than a month
at the Winespring Inn.

[sighs]

[Mat] Better than the road.

[door closes]

[groans]

[exhales]

Tell me again.

Mat...

[Mat] The little girl...

- on the farm...
- It wasn't you, Mat.

It wasn't you.

Thom and I both saw it.

Thom's not here.

Thom's dead.

Then please believe me.

It was the Fade.

You know you didn't kill
that family.

You would never hurt
that little girl.

♪ ♪

This is the Warders' quarters.

This is the safest place
in the Tower

to stay away from the sisters
we traveled with.

When the Amyrlin Seat arrives...

I don't care
about the Amyrlin Seat

or your Tower politics.

I told you,
I care about my people.

And you said they'd be here,
so where are they?

I have eyes and ears
watching every gate

and every wall in the city.

If they've arrived, I'll know.

But will you tell me?

Maybe I'll have a look
around town myself.

[Moiraine] Do not underestimate
the women in this Tower.

Each of them has her own goal,
her own agenda,

her own pride and ambition.

As powerful as you are,
these women have spent decades

honing their strengths,
masking their weaknesses.

And when news spreads
of your presence here--

which it will--

you'll be expected to become
a Novice immediately.

And if you're not careful,
those Tower politics

will eat you alive.

If I'm as powerful
as you say I am...

maybe it's you, Aes Sedai,
who shouldn't underestimate me.

It's all right to be afraid.

You reached out
and you touched the Source.

You saw how small you are
in comparison to it.

And how great you are

in comparison
to those you've always loved.

And now you're wondering:

how do you fit into the world?

Can you ever go back
to being who you were?

I know because I felt it,
too, the first time.

And the answer is no.

You'll never be the same.

But it's time that you saw that
for the gift it is.

Now, stay here.

Do not speak to anyone.

And I will try and protect you
as best I can.

And when I've found
your friends...

I will bring you to them.

[door closes]

[lively, indistinct chatter]

- [horse neighs]
- [dog barking]

[whining]

It's a little hypocritical,
you know.

What is?

Preaching nonviolence

and then letting
your pets slaughter

- anything you come across.
- [barking]

Violence is in us all.

The Way of the Leaf
isn't about denying that.

It's about accepting it.

Maybe.

But one more turnip curry,
and I'll be joining the dogs.

What are you two talking about?

- You. Obviously.
- [laughs]

Only good things.

Did you see?

The White Tower.

We made it.

You think they're there already?

I do.

Seems you won't have to suffer
through turnip curry

- much longer.
- [horses neighing]

- [man] Whoa!
- What's going on?

- Why are we stopping?
- [dogs barking]

[Ila] The false Dragon.

Don't know anything about him,

but we've been in the grass
for months now.

[Valda] Those two.
Bring them to me.

[Ila] You can't just take
our people.

They're not your people.

They've eaten our food
and shared our fire.

Do you want your new friends
to suffer?

[Ila] If they don't wish
to go with you,

you can't have them.

[Valda] I can't?

That's a strange word to be
coming out of a Tinker's mouth.

And how exactly
do you plan on stopping me?

- [horses neighing]
- [dogs barking]

The Way of the Leaf
against the Way of the Light.

Hmm.

[people gasping, murmuring]

Hurry. This way.

You can cover the Light

with the palm of a child's hand,

but a Leaf,
even if you crush it, bury it,

burn it, it becomes a part
of the earth...

and the air.

[screaming, shouting]

We can't just leave them!

Whitecloaks may be bastards,
but they won't kill Tuatha'an.

Come on, hurry.

Come on, this way.

There's a village nearby
who've always been good to us.

[Egwene] Aah! Aram! Aram!

[horse neighing]

[lively, indistinct chatter
in distance]

The Karaethon Cycle.

[Loial] Oh.
I didn't even hear you come in.

- [gasps] Stay back!
- [chuckles] Oh, dear.

You humans are very excitable.

My first day in Tar Valon,

I could not believe the uproar.

Children cried, women screamed,

and a mob chased me
all the way across the city,

waving knives.

I'm afraid I was almost
beginning to get a little upset.

I tell you, it was not for this
I left the Stedding.

Stedding?

You're an ogre?

Ogier.

Loial, son of Arent,
son of Halan.

And who are you?

Rand.

Rand al'Thor.

Your name sings in my ears,
Rand al'Thor.

[chuckles] It is quite exciting
to meet an Aielman.

I've read much of your people.

I'm not an Aielman.

Really? Red hair is
one of the few physical traits

that can help you work out
where a human is from.

I'm from the Two Rivers.

An Aielman from the Two Rivers?

I'm not an Aielman.

An Aielman from the Two Rivers

who insists that
he is not an Aielman.

That is very odd.

I like oddities.

You know this book?

Yes.

Why would The Travels of
Jain Farstrider make you sad?

It's a first-class adventure.

No, I...

A girl I know used to read
this book every day.

- Thought she was Jain herself reincarnated.
- [chuckles]

Well, that would be
quite unlikely.

With all the humans all...

It's just something
she thought, you know.

I see. I forget how frivolous
you humans can be

with your thoughts.

Where is she now, this girl?

Or is she a woman?

You age so quickly.

I'm not sure.

I came to Tar Valon

because she was heading
to the White Tower,

- but...
- [bell clanging]

What's going on?

[Loial] The Aes Sedai
are returning from battle

with the false Dragon,
parading him through the streets

to show the people
the dangers of madness

and hunger for power.

How far a man can...

- Sorry, I-I've got to go.
- To the procession?

I'll come with you.

Just give me a moment
to gather my things.

I'll see you out there.

Always in such a rush,
these humans.

Never taking time
to properly prepare

for what they're walking into.

[chuckles]

- [indistinct chatter]
- [percussion playing]

[man chuckling]

[horse neighing]

[excited chatter, gasping]

Thanks for saving me a seat.

They're bringing in
the false Dragon.

They say he was a man
who could channel,

that it drove him mad.

[people jeering]

[shouting, jeering]

Kill the Dragon!

False Dragon!

[laughing]

[distorted, echoing laughter]

[distorted] Mat? Mat?

[lively chatter continues]

Let's make a deal.

All right?

All right.

If it turns out
it's one of us...

that you or me can...

channel...

...we won't let each other
become like that.

- Mat...
- I'm serious.

I don't give a shit
about this prophecy nonsense.

Aes Sedai, Dragons, whatever.

- I won't be like that.
- You won't.

You don't know that.

Promise me.

I promise.

You'd do the same for me?

You bet.

How was the procession?

He'll be picking tomato
out of his hair for weeks.

It was all worth it
to see Liandrin's face

when she accidentally got hit
with a radish.

Haven't worn white
since my father's funeral.

I hated him, you know.

After he died, I...

used to go out, piss drunk
before I even got to the bar,

fight the smallest,
weakest guy in there...

and beat him.

Then I started picking on
people who could fight back,

half hoping they would just...

...put a stop to me.

That's when I met Kerene.

Stupid young boy
with a death wish,

facing off against an Aes Sedai.

She just laughed at me...

and then bought me a drink.

Somehow, we became friends.

Or rather, she gave me the honor
of becoming her friend.

And when she needed a Warder,
she was already so powerful

that she could have had
anybody she wanted, but...

she asked for me.

I couldn't believe it.

I knew I wasn't worthy.

I told her to reconsider,
but she... wouldn't.

She just rolled her eyes at me,
and that was that.

We bonded...

...and I had to become
worthy of her.

[Maksim] My dad tried
to kill me when I was 12.

So... stop your whining.

White Tower gave me the first
real family I ever had.

You're right.

It's good that you lads
always have each other.

Probably ten more Warders,
if Alanna had her way.

[Maksim and Ihvon chuckle]

Including you, old friend.

If you bond another Aes Sedai...

First, you lose Moiraine,
and then tell me how easy it is

to jump from one woman
to the next.

It's time.

♪ ♪

[door opens]

♪ ♪

[wind whistling]

[flame whooshing]

♪ ♪

[birds chirping]

[man] Come on, now.
Put your back into it.

- [birds cawing]
- [indistinct chatter]

[pained gasps]

[whimpers]

- [distorted scraping]
- [echoing gasps]

[hair ripping]

[Valda] Open your eyes, child.

That's better. All covered up.

Hands.

[breath shuddering]

Bring him in.

[muffled grunting]

- Perrin!
- [muffled shouting]

If you care for her, boy,
don't fight.

[muffled grunting]

Sir, please...

Call me Child Valda.

The authority is
in the Light, not me.

[muffled grunting quiets]

Child Valda,

we are not who you think.

W-We're nothing. We're no...

We are all someone important
under the Light.

But you're right.

You're not who
I thought you were.

An Aes Sedai would have tried
to channel already,

so I would have taken
your hands already.

You know, one of those witches
once told me

that you don't actually need
your hands to channel.

That the use of the hands,
of any motions or words,

is just a crutch.

I can't channel.

There. We've proved it, then.

Because Aes Sedai
certainly cannot lie,

as much as they're able
to twist the truth.

So let's say
you're not an Aes Sedai,

and that this boy-- Perrin?
- -

is not your Warder.

The Light must have brought you
before me for a reason.

Twice.

The Light never does anything
without a purpose.

I assure you, sir...

Child Valda.

Child Valda.

I'm just a girl
from a mountain village

who should have never left.

Please, just let us go. Please.

But you can touch the One Power.

I know you can.

- So stop me from killing you.
- [gasps]

[muffled grunting]

No.

I'm sorry?

I can't channel.

You said yourself
you're sworn to the Light.

And a man of the Light
cannot kill a girl

who's done nothing wrong.

[chuckles] And what
makes you think

that I'm a man who stays true
to his oaths?

That I won't just bleed you out
right here and now?

If you're going to do it,
then do it.

But know this--
I'll come back in my next life

and split you from head to tail
like the pig you are!

[chuckles]

You would have made
a strong Aes Sedai.

A wonderful ring to add
to my collection.

[low grunting]

[grunting]

Don't. No! No!

[distorted screaming]

Why are you doing this?!

Because we humans

are meant to be of this Earth,

to struggle and fight
for everything we have.

The Creator never meant for us

- to have access to so much power.
- [muffled yelling]

You witches make a mockery
of our very existence,

walking like gods amongst men.

- [yelling]
- The idea that the One Power

comes from anywhere
other than the Dark is absurd.

So I have been called
to stamp it out.

- [gasping breaths]
- Woman by woman

by woman.

Channel for me, girl,

and I'll kill you
and let the boy go.

Don't channel,

and I'll kill the boy
and let you go.

I'll leave you two to discuss.

Decide which one of you
it will be.

[panting]

Stepin.

Heard you'd been
locked up here, too.

- [chuckles softly]
- I wondered...

if I could get a bit more
of that tea you had.

For sleeping.

It's not really
goats' tongues, is it?

Goatstongue is a plant.

- [Stepin] Oh.
- Mm.

Are you still
having trouble sleeping?

I, uh...

I...

I lie there...

and, uh, just as I'm
about to drift off,

the pain goes away.

- Good.
- No.

That's the only thing
I have left of her.

The pain.

I'm not ready
to let go of it yet.

Don't worry.

I promise you
the pain will never go away.

Thank you.

[door closes in distance]

♪ ♪

[Liandrin] Escaped, did you?

[chuckles softly]

They're almost as old
as the Tower itself.

Representing
the tens of thousands of men

who bonded themselves
to my sisters.

Standing guard
outside the Hall...

in death as they did in life.

[chuckles softly]

Reds don't have Warders.

No. Never.

Because you hate men.

[chuckles softly]

Is that a question
or a statement?

Some of my Red sisters, perhaps.

Women hold the One Power,

but men still control
much of this world.

And they are rarely kind
to little girls

who show a spark
of being greater than they are.

[chuckles]

Well, now you've escaped
Moiraine's cage,

you should enjoy
your freedom. Hmm?

That way leads to the library,

then on to the gardens.

[gasps softly]

The persimmons are in season.

Mmm.

[chuckles]

[gasps softly]

[pounding on door]

[Loial] Rand al'Thor.

Did you know
that Ogier have access

to the White Tower grounds?

Um, no.

But why...

I went there and found
the woman you spoke of.

By the Light.

The braid is a distinct
rite of passage

- in the Two Rivers.
- We thought you were dead.

[Loial] It was
really very simple.

Where's Egwene? And Perrin?

On their way, I think.

[Mat groans]

Oh...

What happened to him?

Nynaeve?

Who else could I be?

You're alive.

[Nynaeve] So are you.

Barely.

Show me your tongue.

Don't touch me!

[distorted,
overlapping whispers]

[distorted whispers fade]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Sleep, Mat.

You need to rest.

- [insects chirping]
- [dog barks in distance]

I think he can channel.

Have you seen it?

No, but he's losing himself.

I know Moiraine said we should
come to her at the White Tower.

I don't know
if we can trust her.

We saw what the Aes Sedai did
to the false Dragon.

You've done well.

To bring him here.

To take care of him.

We don't need the Aes Sedai.

We're Two Rivers folk.

I'll heal what I can,

and when Egwene and Perrin
arrive, we'll sort out the rest.

Together.

I haven't seen her
in a month now.

She's alive.

You know, when Egwene
was little, barely ten,

her parents brought her to us,
the Old Wisdom and I.

She had an infection
already set into her muscles.

They were cramping so badly

that her legs were bent
backwards on themselves.

That's why they call it
breakbone fever.

Usually before the person dies,

they snap their own legs
and arms in half.

The Old Wisdom, she, um...

she didn't know what to do.

So she started making a tea
to ease her passing.

But I couldn't.

So I took Egwene's hands,

and she held on so tight.

She looked at me and she said,
"I'm not ready."

She was so small.

She just lay there
the whole night

while her own body tried
to break itself in half.

And she didn't cry.
[chuckles, sniffles]

Not once.

And she refused
the Wisdom's tea.

In the morning,
the fever had broken.

Not her.

Sounds about right.

Egwene is many things,
but above all else,

she's unbreakable.

[straining]

- [panting]
- Egwene, stop.

[Egwene panting]

If it has to be one of us,
it should be me.

No.

[straining]

This is what I deserve.

Laila.

- I killed her.
- No.

No, Laila's death
was not your fault.

Yes, it was!

We were fighting
them off together.

The Trollocs.

Then I killed one.

But then I heard another
from behind me,

and I swung
with all my strength.

But it was her.

My own hands.

My own ax.

[crying] I killed her.

I killed my wife.

This is what I deserve.

[whispers] No.

Have we reached a decision?

[breath shudders]

[panting softly]

Very well.

No decision is still a decision.

Eventually,
the boy will bleed out.

It was an accident, Perrin.

Not your fault.

[screaming]

[Egwene] And it may take you
your whole life

- to realize that, but you will.
- [barking, howling in distance]

[Perrin screaming]

I promise.

[gasps softly]

You will.

[Perrin screams, whimpers]

No. Egwene, no!

[Perrin panting]

Drift.

Just drift.

Ah.

There you are.

[exhales]

[panting]

[whirring]

[Egwene gasps]

You'll find me harder to kill
than that, girl.

Especially
with a flame so small.

[sizzling]

In truth, I was expecting more.

[growling]

Light protect me.

[low growling]

[Valda] What are you?!

[grunts]

[clamoring, yelling outside]

- [dogs barking]
- [Perrin] Let's go.

[yelling]

[gasps]

[man] Keep moving!

[man screaming]

You two, stop.

- [growling]
- [yells]

[gasps]

Come on. Come on.

[growling]

[barks, growls]

- He won't hurt us.
- How do you know?

Come on. Go.

You heading to bed, sister?

I'm surprised you remember
where your chamber is.

How long has it been? Two years?

[Moiraine chuckles softly]

And to return with such a prize.

Where is Nynaeve?

Safely hidden away, I assume.

No doubt she's resting
after her long journey.

You look a little worse
for wear, too.

You know, the trouble with...

always coming and going,
Moiraine,

is that when Nynaeve
becomes a Novice--

and despite
her distressing mistrust

of Aes Sedai,
she will become a Novice--

you won't be here to guide her.

A girl with her raw talent

and lack of control
will need mentoring.

And you think
she will choose Red?

The Wisdom of the Two Rivers,

after her first channeling
healed the dying?

Mm. Our Yellow sisters
will be desperate

to get their hands
on her, it's true.

[Moiraine] Hmm.

But there's a certain...

force of will she cannot hide.

A sense that the world
would be better

if everyone obeyed the rules.

Her rules.

One thing
she doesn't share, though,

- is your contempt for men.
- [chuckles]

So I suggest you look
for converts elsewhere.

[Lan] Not many people
still make offerings

to ward off the Forsaken.

These belonged to my mother.

The only thing left in her house
when she died.

And who are you trying
to keep away?

[Stepin] Ishamael...

Father of Lies.

I need to see clearly now.

I need to see the truth.

Do you believe any of it?

Think they can still touch
our world?

[Lan] The Forsaken sold
their souls to the Dark One

for eternal life.

Even if the last Dragon
sealed them away...

- Eternity's a very long time.
- Hmm.

[whispers] A very long time.

Hey.

Enough of this.

- [sighs] - I'll stay
with you till morning.

[Moiraine] Do you think Stepin
will accept your offer?

I don't know.

When a Warder loses
his Aes Sedai,

the pain is so deep.

It's almost like
he's swallowed her death.

I read once there's a way
to release the bond.

Oh.

There, now, sister.

Don't do that.

Lan has nothing to worry about.

You'll be here with us
a long time yet.

What have you been doing
out there all these years?

Now, unless
you've made it a habit

to use this as your dining room,

I'm assuming you have
a reason for coming.

I got word that the Amyrlin's
returning from Caemlyn.

She's summoned us to the Hall...

to answer for Logain.

She's out for blood,
looking for someone to blame.

Siuan Sanche is many things...

[sighs] but she's never turned
on a sister without cause.

Moiraine, this place isn't
what it was when you left.

You're one of the only sisters
strong enough to challenge her.

But I have no designs
on the Seat.

I never have.

No one has any idea
what you have designs on.

Liandrin's strength is growing.

More and more sisters
are listening to her,

and not just the Reds.

All I'm saying is,

for someone
who's rarely in the Tower,

you have two
very powerful enemies here.

Be careful, my friend.

Thank you for the warning.

One day, you'll have to trust
someone with your secrets,

or they'll scour you
from the inside out

and leave you bare as this room.

Good night, Moiraine.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Well...

maybe when I'm bonded
with Alanna and...

feel her bond to...

Ihvon and Maksim, but...

still...

I don't know, I've, uh...

never been with a man.

- Two men.
- [chuckles softly]

Certainly not two men.

But hey, there's a first time
for everything.

Well, you're...
you're assuming they want you.

[laughs] What's not to want?

Huh? [chuckles]

Tell me about the Wisdom.

Nothing to tell.

Because you've never been
a talker.

But I have eyes.

She touched the One Power
for the first time

to save your life.

And barely spoken to me since.

She's stubborn.
Knows her own mind.

Knows she's falling for you.

That's a bad idea for her.

[Stepin] Love's usually
a bad idea.

Still, we allow it
to happen, or...

this life would be intolerable.

Well, I can tolerate a lot.

I know.

[birds chirping]

[bell tolling]

[dog barking]

[bell continues tolling]

[indistinct chatter in distance]

[sighs]

- [sets paper down]
- [sighs]

[gasps]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[deep, dirgelike chanting]

Al'Lan Mandragoran.

Lay your hand on him.

Relieve us of our grief.

[chanting stops]

[takes deep breath]

[rhythmic chest pounding
continues]

[yells]

[yells]

[crying]

[Lan grunts]

[yelling]

[pounding fading]

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