The Wheel of Time

Something is coming, and we're not ready for it.

Egwene is stronger than most.

But you have ten times that power, Nynaeve.

I want to see you become so powerful that no man

will ever be able to take that away from you.

I haven't touched that dagger in six months.

I am not a threat to you.

Naivety doesn't suit you.

I know about the man you meet in Northharbor.

Walk away, or I will tell your Red Sisters where he lives.

I know very little about this sniffer

Lord Ingtar's hired.

There's a rage inside of me.

The whole dial was covered in a poem

when they found it, written in blood.

The bond made things easier.

It was like a friend chatting away so we never had to,

and now, silence.

What aren't you telling me?

What do you see now?

The Eye of the World?

Wish I didn't.

It's true, isn't it... what they say

about men who can channel?

That eventually, they go so mad,

they kill everyone they've ever loved?

It is.

Tell them I died here.

Tell them I didn't make it back.

No!

Rand?

Another nightmare?

No. I should get to work.

You still owe me room and board for this month.

Don't be late. I'll have to charge you interest.

I won't be.

Your rates are too steep for me.

All these nights together, and it's always the same ending.

Here, son.

Hey, here, friend.

Do you hear me?

You are mine, Rand al'Thor.

Ah. Lan.

You sure you don't need more Healing?

I'm fine.

I'll get you some water.

You're in luck.

My Sister and I have decided to accompany you.

I assume you'll head to the White Tower first?

I have been exiled from the Tower.

I know.

- -

- - Wait.

We need to leave if I'm to make it to the docks before sunset.

I've lost too much time already.

Where exactly are we headed?

The White Tower.

- You can't... - Have Tomas ready my horse.

You're still weak from the Healing.

And I don't want my saddle to slip.

We certainly won't bloody well catch 'em

if the goat-licking bastard refuses to ride a horse.

Tracking's not easy to do from horseback.

He's just sniffing the bloody air. It's not proper tracking.

Well, he's kept us on Fain's trail.

Quiet.

They crossed here.

Something doesn't feel right.

Let's go over.

Wherever we can find a crossing.

Builder, you stay with the horses.

- As you wish. - Oh.

Split up, search the grounds.

This could be a Darkfriend safe house.

There's a woman. In that house.

Sorry. We were worried that you might...

[indistinct shouting and screaming]

- This is where it happened. -

- Light. - Perrin? Perrin, you all right?

There's nobody in here.

Let's go.

Useful...

to know the difference between vision and reality.

You don't get lost so easily.

Whatever you're doing to me,

I want no part of it.

Doesn't work that way.

Seems Fain and his friends left in a hurry.

Probably felt us breathing down their necks.

Whatever scared them away, it wasn't us.

There's something you need to see.

He was alive when they did this.

When they started, at least.

What could do this to a Fade?

I don't know.

You think it was Padan Fain?

Back to the horses.

We'll stay in that village by the river tonight.

No! No!

Aielman!

My blade. Where is it?

Hurry, someone!

The Aiel have breached the wall!

- It's just me, Errol. - How do you know my name?

How did you get past the guards?

The guards let me in, like they do every day.

The Aiel War is over, my friend.

Twenty years now.

Want to go for a walk?

- - We've met before, eh?

We have.

This isn't some dirty trick?

No. I wouldn't dream of it.

Never thought I'd see the day.

Aielmen among us.

Nobody bats a bloody eyelash in the whole place.

- -

Coming to take me for a walk.

We get to start fresh every day.

But we always manage.

Don't we?

Vicious fighters, you lot.

I saw one cut down a whole brigade on his own.

- And your women... - Even fiercer?

- Even fiercer. - Oh.

I'm amazed you survived.

Don't test me, boy.

Once a blademaster, always a blademaster.

Even if I have misplaced my heron-mark sword.

I'll try to sneak my sword in again sometime.

You can teach me a few more forms, right?

Take your pick.

Cutting the Clouds,

- Kissing the Adder... -

Just like the glory days, right, old man?

- Get out of here. - Now, come on.

He's easy to wind up, that one.

Always good for a laugh.

You're going to wind up the wrong person one of these days.

Who? You?

You clean up old man shite all day every day.

At least in the garden here,

I get to see some of the more famous residents.

Well, and the sun.

Hey.

Hey.

That bastard.

He caught us by surprise.

Next time, we'll be ready for him.

Now, what'll you hit him with first?

Parting the Silk

to put him off balance.

Then Reaping the Barley, before he can right himself.

Straight to the heart.

Pretty vicious yourself, old man.

Where's Nynaeve?

Liandrin Sedai herself came in and took her.

Took her where?

- -

Breakbone fever.

Begging your pardon, Aes Sedai. Would you?

Oh, proceed, child. We wish only to observe.