The Wheel of Time

The Dark One

is waking.

But there will be one who can stand against him.

Where next?

The Two Rivers.

There are rumors of four ta'veren there,

all the right age.

Nynaeve.

She thinks I'll be able to listen to the wind

if I work with her.

It's a lonely life, being a Wisdom.

- I love you. - I know.

Do you hear that?

It sounds wrong.

You show up. Then these things the next day.

They're here for the same reason as I am.

The Dragon has been born again.

And it's one of you.

We leave now.

From the Lord, Captain.

For your victory today.

May you always walk in the Light, sir.

Have you ever tried this?

Mmm.

There's a brutality to the dish.

Because the flavor doesn't come only from the bird.

Its bones and beak and feet

cut the inside of your mouth.

Not so much that it hurts.

Just enough that you bleed.

Don't be afraid, girl.

An Aes Sedai should know,

above all others,

that, sometimes, brutality is the only path

to mercy.

Hyah!

How much time?

Not enough.

Then we need to move faster.

- Hyah! - Run!

- Hyah! - Hyah! - Hyah!

Come on! Come on!

Come on!

Draw rein.

The town's just up there.

Would it not be a good idea to head inside some walls?

Walls won't stop Trollocs.

The only thing they fear is deep water.

No wonder they smell like piss.

Well, you've woken me then.

We need to cross the Taren, immediately.

Of course, mistress. Of course.

My son will be here soon, and then we can...

Twice that when we're safely on the other side.

Have I not made myself clear?

You're not the type of woman that hears no often?

I am not.

Come. Quickly now.

What-what are they?

Servants of the Dark.

The riders of Fade.

A Fade can force a Trolloc to do most things,

but they won't cross that river.

Come, we'll take you safely to the next town.

What? No. No! My family!

- There's no going back now, master. - My son is on his way already.

He'll be there in a moment.

You have to help me! We can't leave him!

If you go back,

you'll give them a way to follow us.

I can't allow it.

No. No!

It's the only way to get my son across!

The Whitecloaks are right.

You Aes Sedai,

you're monsters!

- Stop! - Don't!

We need to help him. He's...

He's gone.

This will slow them, not stop them.

We can lose them before they reach another crossing,

but we need to move fast.

- Come on. - Come on.

Let's go.

- Hyah! - Hyah!

We've lost them.

Come, we'll find a place to rest while we can.

Be careful, everyone. There are things more dangerous

than Trollocs in this world.

They need their strength.

So do you.

Just imagine if Nynaeve was here.

She'd spend every waking moment disagreeing with the Aes Sedai.

She'd make Moiraine's life utter misery.

I saw it.

Nynaeve get taken.

One of those things just picked her up

and tossed her away like she was nothing.

Something that quick,

I promise you, she didn't feel a thing.

We need a plan.

You saw what Moiraine did to the ferryman.

What happens to us if we step out of line?

What happens if she's right?

If one of us is the, uh...

the Dragon Reborn?

The most powerful channeler that ever lived?

Moiraine said the Trollocs came for us.

And when we left, they did follow us.

Come on. Who even knows what the truth is?

They say the last Dragon broke the world,

but the next one will save it.

Well, I heard the Dragon's gonna have wings.

Looking around at you lot,

I don't see a feather.

Forget what you've heard about the Dragon.

For she or he will be all of those things

and none of them.

Now sleep. You're going to need it.

We leave at first light.

It's all right.

Come.

Sit.

Are you going to kill us, like you did that ferryman?

What do you know of the Three Oaths?

Uh...

they're the promises

made by the Aes Sedai

to end Artur Hawkwing's siege of the White Tower.

And what are they?

To not kill,

- to not lie. - Exact verbiage.

Words are important, and how we use them is important.

I don't know.

One,

to speak no word that is not true.

Two, to make no weapon

with which one person may kill another.

Three,

never to use the One Power as a weapon,

except in the last extreme defense of her life

or the life of her Warder

or another Aes Sedai.

These oaths are bound by the One Power itself.

It's not that we do not break them,

it's that we cannot break them.

I did not kill that ferryman.

He wasted his own life on a foolish cause.

He was just trying to get to his family.

If I had allowed him to take his ferry and cross the river,

what would have happened?

The Trollocs would have killed him.

Yes. And then?

- Followed us. - Exactly.

The Power inside you

is the smallest part of your strength.

It's your mind and how you use it

that will mean much more in the battles to come.

The Power inside me?

What do you call it?

This skill that Wisdoms have to predict the weather?

- They listen to the wind. - You see,

women all over the world have different names for it.

But it's the same thing.

It's the same thing for all of us.

One thing.

One Power.

And women like you and I,

we are lucky enough to be able to touch it.

I'm no Aes Sedai.

But you could be.

Touching the Source will come to you

whether you want it to or not.

Look at the stone.

Look at its surface.

It's clear and opaque,

like the water of a river.

Imagine yourself floating in that river.

As the water moves,

let it take you.

No thoughts.

Just let yourself drift.

Clear your mind of everything.

There are no woods.

There is no hunger,

no exhaustion.

There is only the stone

and the sound of rushing water.

Let it take you.

Surrender.

Let yourself drift.

Drift.

I thought...

I-I thought I felt something, but...

Those first two,

those were mine.

That last, that was yours

and yours alone.

You don't listen to the wind, Egwene.

It's the wind that listens to you.