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864 pages, Hardcover
First published May 15, 1996
鈥淲ounds to the pride are remembered long after wounds to the flesh.鈥�
鈥淚n a cruel land, you either learned to laugh at cruelty or spent your life weeping.鈥�
鈥淗ypocrisy was a fine art among Aes Sedai sometimes, like scheming or keeping secrets.鈥�
鈥淪uddenly it struck Mat that he was the only man present鈥� The only man, surrounded by a wall of women who apparently intended to let him beat his head against that wall till his brains were scrambled. It made no sense. None. They looked at him, waiting.鈥�
鈥樷€淏lood rushed to Nynaeve鈥檚 face. He had never mentioned . . . ? That despicable, despicable man! 鈥淚 will not apologize to Matrim Cauthon, not on my deathbed.鈥�
Aviendha leaned toward Elayne, touching her knee. 鈥淣ear-sister, I will say this delicately.鈥� She looked and sounded about as delicate as a stone post. 鈥淚f this is true, you have toh toward Mat Cauthon, you and Nynaeve. And you have made it worse since, just by the actions I have seen.鈥�
鈥淭oh!鈥� Nynaeve exclaimed. Those two were always talking about this toh foolery. 鈥淲e aren鈥檛 Aiel, Aviendha. And Mat Cauthon is a thorn in the foot to everybody he meets.鈥�
But Elayne was nodding. 鈥淚 see. You are right, Aviendha. But what must we do? You will have to help me, near-sister. I don鈥檛 intend to try to become Aiel, but I . . . I want you to be proud of me.鈥�
鈥淲e will not apologize!鈥� Nynaeve snapped.
鈥淚 have pride in knowing you,鈥� Aviendha said, touching Elayne鈥檚 cheek lightly. 鈥淎n apology is a beginning, yet not enough to meet toh, now.鈥�
鈥淎re you listening to me?鈥� Nynaeve demanded. 鈥淚 said, I will鈥攏ot鈥攁pologize!鈥濃€�
鈥淣ynaeve quivered. 鈥淒on鈥檛 you take that tone with me!鈥� she shouted. 鈥淚 tell you, I鈥檓 not angry! Do you hear me?鈥�
鈥淏lood and ashes, Nynaeve,鈥� Mat growled. 鈥淗e doesn鈥檛 think you鈥檙e angry. I don鈥檛 think you鈥檙e angry.鈥� A good thing women had taught him to lie with a straight face. 鈥淣ow could we go upstairs and fetch this bloody Bowl of the Winds?鈥�
鈥淯sually when a woman was in the wrong, she could find so many things to blame on the nearest man that he wound up thinking maybe he really was at fault. In his experience, old memories or new, there were only two times a woman admitted she was wrong: when she wanted something, and when it snowed at midsummer.鈥�
鈥淪aidin tried to destroy him. Saidin filled him to overflowing with vitality. It threatened to bury him, and it enticed him. The war for survival, the struggle to avoid being consumed, magnified the joy of pure life. So sweet even with the foulness. What would it be like, clean? Beyond imagining. He wanted to draw more, draw all there was.鈥�
鈥淎s the plow breaks the earth shall he break the lives of men, and all that was shall be consumed in the fire of his eyes. The trumpets of war shall sound at his footsteps, the ravens feed at his voice, and he shall wear a crown of swords. The Prophecies of the Dragon gave little hope for anything except victory over the Dark One, and only a chance of that.鈥�
鈥淯ntamed men are often the most interesting. To talk to.鈥�
A finger outlined his lips. 鈥淎n untamed rogue who travels with Aes Sedai, a ta鈥檝eren who, I think, makes them a little afraid. Uneasy, at the least. It takes a man with a strong liver to make Aes Sedai uneasy. How will you bend the Pattern in Ebou Dar, just Mat Cauthon?鈥�
鈥淭he White Tower will be whole again, except for remnants cast out and scorned,
whole and stronger than ever. Rand al鈥橳hor will face the Amyrlin Seat and know her anger. The Black Tower will be rent in blood and fire, and sisters will walk its grounds. This I Foretell.鈥�
Mixing with Aes Sedai was too much like wading the streams in the Waterwood near to the Mire. However peaceful the surface, currents beneath could snatch you off your feet.