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Imagine running into
Perrin Aybara in the Two Rivers.

Why are the Whitecloaks here?

They said you
killed a man in Falme.

If all this trouble is because they're
looking for me, I'll turn myself in.

I healed those bruises in Tar Valon.

You do not belong here.

You are to be my hounds.

If there are more Black Ajah
still in the Tower?

They will kill again
unless they're rooted out.

There, there, there.

What are you doing here?

You find a piece of this world
that belongs to you and you hold on to it.

I've been having Min pose
as a servant.

I know you're upset with me.

Yes, you could say
that I'm still a bit upset

about how you sold me out to the Forsaken.

Gray man.

There is only one Forsaken
who can create them.

Elaida Sedai of the Red Ajah.

Those old allegiances
could prove a threat.

Lord Gaebril.

To the most popular Prince Consort.

Long may he reign.

I wasn't sure you'd come.

I knew you would.

Sammael.

You never miss a chance
to prattle and prance about.

Is that lipstick?
A queen in your bed already, Rahvin?

You've only been free a month.

According to her,
and to anyone who meets us,

we've been hopelessly in love
for more than a decade.

When you know, you know.

- Hmm.
- Hmm.

You always were an artist with compulsion.

You can sniff each other's asses later.

Where's the Dragon, Lanfear?

We have more immediate problems
than Rand al'Thor.

Rand al'Thor.

You didn't learn your lesson last time,
did you?

You were so in love with Lews Therin,

you'd have stretched out
at his feet if he'd said, "Rug."

Did none of us learn our lesson last time?

We Chosen fought each other
more than the Dragon.

How did that turn out, hmm?

Now, why did you bring us here?

Moghedien.

Are we flies to be scared
of a little spider?

She may be a coward, but she's smart.

She knows she's too weak
to challenge any of us head-on.

She will start with you
as you're the weakest of us.

Then she'll pick us off, one by one,

working her way up the chain of power
until she gets to me.

The only way she'll ever be Nae'blis
is if we're all dead.

If you're so strong,
why isn't our Great Lord speaking to you?

And why aren't you Nae'blis?

Why aren't you our leader?

Maybe he mourns Ishamael still.

The proposal is an alliance, then?

To take out Moghedien?

I'll consider presenting it to the others.

Others?

Graendal and Semirhage.

They send their regards,
by the way.

They were a bit hurt
you didn't invite them

to this little reunion.

You know me,
always prattling on with someone.

Hmm.

Ever the politician.

Think about what I'm saying.

You know it makes sense.

A coward?

She said you were smart too.

You seemed like you believed her
when she said I'd kill you.

Well, we both know you will probably try.

Lanfear is playing the same game
she did last time.

But not me.

I don't want to end up
in someone's cage for 3,000 years.

Not again.

Black Ajah, captured at great cost
by the Amyrlin herself.

Now, inside their minds are the answers

to where the rest
of their sisters have gone...

and what they're really after.

Even though Joiya and Amico
have been stilled,

they refuse to talk.

The Amyrlin believes you two
might make more progress than we have.

We must find a way into their heads.

Elayne and I
will have an easier time of that

if we're on our own.

We have an advantage you don't.

Aes Sedai cannot lie.

We can.

Perhaps you're right.

And this time we want them separated.

Hmm.

The daughter heir.

Accepted.

Siuan must've shuffled you
through the Arches quickly.

We're not here to play games.

Whoever tells us the most
about the Black Ajah lives.

Are there more Black Ajah
still in the Tower?

Do you really think
you have a chance of succeeding

where full sisters before you have failed?

Get Amico.

Are there more Black Ajah
still in the Tower?

I don't know.

No one knows more than just their heart.

- But Liandrin, she found out--
- Heart?

The Black Ajah.

We work in groups of three called hearts.

Each sister only knows
the identity of one other Black Ajah

outside of her heart.

My contact was Liandrin.

Tell us where she is.

I don't know.

I've told you everything I know.

She's useless to us.

I don't buy it.

Either way,
Joiya already talked,

so let's just kill her.

Is this how you want
to be remembered, Amico?

Or do you want to drop the act?

Liandrin is going to Tear.

She means to help one of the Forsaken
take Callandor for himself.

Only the Dragon can break
the wards guarding Callandor.

Then you've got nothing to worry about.

You believe Amico?

She pretended to be Yellow Ajah for years,

telling her patients
they were going to be fine.

They all believed her.

Right up until the end.

She may be lying,
but at least she's talking.

Which means she values her life.

Liandrin's gone to find
Mazrim Taim.

The false Dragon in Saldaea.

How do we know you're telling the truth?

I was a member of the Gray Ajah
before I joined the Black.

My life's work was to read people.

Situations.

Work out the only path
through the most difficult negotiations.

I believe you when you say you'll kill us.

I know a killer when I see one.

Alice!

Elaida Sedai,
Alice left with Queen Morgase.

Can I help you get ready?

Yes, you had best.

Today is a very important day.

Saldaea or Tear.

How do we work out whether Joiya or Amico
is telling the truth

about where Liandrin went?

I don't believe either of them.

Verin and the Amyrlin are
too focused on Joiya and Amico.

But Liandrin's the key to this.

This is the place I was telling you about.

Where she was keeping her son.

It's different now.
There were things here before.

Things that reminded him,
or maybe her, of home.

You liked her, didn't you?

I know she was trying to turn me
into some weapon for the Shadow,

but I think...

...she was also trying to help me.

And I know she loved her son.

She must have taken him with her, then.

No, he was too sick.

He...

Elayne.

What's that?

Looks like it was painted
in chalk and salt.

Verin Sedai.

What could have possibly brought you
to these high chambers?

A fire in the library?

A sweet cake shortage in the kitchens--

And what brings you here, Elaida Sedai?

I need to speak with the Amyrlin.

Our Mother is in her study.

Then I formally request
a private audience with the Amyrlin Seat.

As any sister has the right to do.

Sitter, not sister.

Only a Sitter in the Hall of the Tower

has the right to request
a private audience or a vote.

Is that right, Leane?

- It is.
- I'm a bit rusty on my Tower procedures.

As I'm sure you must be too, Elaida Sedai,
after so long away.

Cross me now and I will never forget it.

Return with a Sitter of the Hall
and I'll hear her petition

for a private audience with the Amyrlin.

Hmm.

Elaida Sedai,

it's been years
since you graced this space.

Too many, Highest.

Had I delayed my return any longer,
I might not recognize it.

I brought gifts.

Galina, sister, I seem to remember
you having a taste

for Andoran wild strawberries.

Mmm.

These are from Morgase's royal forest.

Thank you, Elaida Sedai.

And for you, Tsutama,

a gift fit for the Highest
of the Red Ajah.

Ooh.

Keep it, Elaida.

It's too gaudy for me.

Suits you much better.

Hmm.

What are you hoping to buy
with these gifts?

What do you want?

I don't want anything

except to see the Reds return
to our rightful place

at the heart of this Tower.

Like we were when I was the Highest.

That was a long, long time ago.

It's not the time for us
to be pushing an agenda.

Not after Liandrin.

It is exactly the time.

The Dragon is reborn and he is a man.

This is what we Reds
have been prepared for

for centuries.

Only we are ready for it.

So, what are you proposing?

That we call for a vote in the Hall

to send a group of eight sisters
to find Rand al'Thor and cage him.

We have work to do
to regain our standing here.

Work you are making more difficult.

So...

Siuan locked you out of the Hall.

But that you didn't fight for the seats

our Red sisters earned centuries ago
with their blood and their lives,

that falls squarely on you.

How did you know we were coming?

That's Wise Ones' business.

Who are these Wise Ones?

That is Wise Ones' business.

That woman.

I swear she was in my dream
the other night.

No, girl. You were in my dream.

Be quiet. We are nearing water.

More blood has been spilled
between clans over water than gold

in the Three-fold Land.

Here's where it started.

Tuatha'an.

The Tuatha'an wouldn't hurt anyone.

Most of them didn't even run.

They chased down the ones who did.

Aiel did this?

No.
It's forbidden to harm the Lost Ones.

The only thing with less honor
than refusing to defend yourself

is killing someone
who won't defend themselves.

A sword wound.

No.

Look at the edge.

This could have been done by a spear
made to look like a sword.

No Aiel would do this.

The Shaido might.

If the Shaido are near, we need to go now.

- Who are the Shaido?
- Another Aiel clan.

They have a blood feud with the Taardad.

We need to bury them.

They are not worth the time or the stones.
It's their own fault they're dead.

And if the Shaido are near,
even more reason to get to Rhuidean.

Go on, shade of my heart.

I'll bury the dead
and meet you at Imre Stand.

Come.

Rhuidean.

That's where you're taking us?

I know there's a trial for me there.

You know too much and too little.

I never imagined you a gardener.

It's not a garden.

It's a burial ground.

My family's.

When each one was laid to rest,

it was with an apple blossom seed
in their hand.

Who does this tree belong to?

My wife.

Laila.

I missed her burial.

It hurts and comforts me to see
how her tree has thrived in my absence.

Where I'm from
we mix our loved ones' ashes

with clay and water
and wear them on our face.

Like second skin.

We wear the grief until it seeps in...

becomes a part of you.

And will you find a new Warder now?

I've lost a few Warders through the years.

But what we three had was different.

We balanced each other.

Maksim and I were the fire...

and Ihvon knew exactly how
to douse the flame.

At least you and Maksim have each other.

So you'd think.

But when one half of a couple dies...

the other one is left to grieve.

When one of three departs...

who owns that grief?

Just one game of Maiden's Kiss.
Then you can go back to your squiggles.

Unless you lose.
Then you'll be dead.

Uh, uh, sorry.

I really must finish this chapter
on Manetheren.

Absolutely not.

We'll go easy on you for your first time.

Who says it's my first time?

Enough with that dirty sword.

- Play.
- It's not dirt.

It's the blood of the only man
I've ever loved.

Mm-mmm.

- What is it?
- There's a group coming into town.

Get upstairs.
Perrin, out of sight.

What is it?

- What's happened?
- Whitecloaks.

They arrested Natti Cauthon and her girls.

Mat's mother?

Apparently, Natti's husband
helped the Aybaras escape.

Who are you?

It's Perrin. The Aybara boy.

Look at his eyes.

What's happened to him?

This is Lord Luc.

Lord of what, exactly?

So you're the one
the Whitecloaks are after.

Lord Luc's a hunter for the Horn.

He and his party were passing through here
when the Whitecloaks showed up.

Luckily for the Two Rivers,
I've dealt with Whitecloaks before.

Where did they take the Cauthons?

- Oh, don't worry, they're unharmed--
- The Whitecloak camp on Watch Hill.

Do you know these Whitecloaks,
Perrin Aybara?

Because they say they know you.

It's all right.

You and your cages.

Waste of good steel if you ask me.

If you want to know
where her husband took the Aybaras,

just let me ask.

I don't care where his family went.
Everyone saw us arrest them.

Word will get to Perrin,
and he'll come to us.

There are faster ways to get to him.

We're not putting the people
of the Two Rivers to the question.

They've done nothing wrong.

Perrin Aybara aided a witch.

And murdered your father in cold blood.

The land here must be so tainted
to raise such poisonous fruit.

I've sent to the Lord Captain Commander
for reinforcements

to help deal with the Trollocs.

If Perrin doesn't show up before then...

I'll die
before I let you touch them.

What?

Ah, Light.

Can I get a lock installed, please?

Oh, yeah,
I'll bring it up with management.

Can we talk?

No. I told you
I've got nothing to say to you.

Yeah, but maybe I have something left
to say to you, you little prick.

Do you have any idea
what I gave up to protect you?

Ishamael was going
to take away my visions.

It was right there,
the chance to be free of it.

To be normal.

And I chose you instead.

What...
...do you want me to say "thank you"?

I've not got any thank-yous.

I'll tell you what,
you come back tomorrow.

You might want to nab yourself
a "you're forgiven" first.

You know what...

Min...

Min.

Here.

Painted with chalk and sea salt.

It's not just one symbol, it's two.

To give completion to this life

so their soul
can find its way back sooner.

One painted where they died.

One where they were born.

Where is it from?

Tanchico.

Maybe that's where Liandrin's from.

Where her son was born.

Not Saldaea or Tear.

We wasted our time with Joiya and Amico.
They were both lying.

What if everything they said was a lie?

We should be looking
at what they didn't say.

Neither one of them mentioned
the objects Nyomi stole from the Tower.

Verin Sedai was cataloging
all the stolen items.

There's more down here.

Is that...

A bracelet.

Like the Seanchan sul'dams use
to control channelers, but older.

Tanchico...

Tanchico is near Falme,
where the Seanchan landed.

Where they came from centuries ago.

And Liandrin's in Tanchico,
looking for the matching collar.

Elayne...

He's... gray.

Like the man who tried to kill me
at the White Lion Inn.

I-I didn't throw him hard enough to kill.

He's been stabbed.

What in the name of the Light
happened here?

A Gray Man attacked us.

Hmm. Dead.

Dead as it's possible to be. And more.

What do you mean, more than dead?

Gray Men are Darkfriends
who've given their souls to the Shadow

in return for their abilities.

You can look right at them
and hardly notice them.

Why did you come up here, Verin Sedai?

These are the Brown Ajah quarters.

I could ask the same of you.

I'm sorry, Verin Sedai.

I'm feeling quite shaken up.

Do you think it's safe enough
to go back to our rooms?

Yes, but lock your doors.

And stay in there
until I or the Amyrlin come and find you.

We're not staying here.

We're going to Tanchico, tonight.

Tonight?

I don't care if it's a trap.

- It's safer than here.
- What?

Did you not notice
what she didn't mention, Elayne?

- No?
- She never wondered who stabbed him.

Today you become husband and wife.

You become his.

Your soul his to mold,
your heart to hold--

Who are you?

What's your name, boy?

Jaq Lounalt.

Lounalt.

You still here after all this time?

You must be the great-grandson
of the man I called husband.

Man who never bothered
to bring me to an altar.

Man who put our wedding bed in the dark,
wet cell in the depths of this Keep.

Until just before my 13th birthday,

he found out
there would soon be an addition to our...

wholesome little family.

Another child.

Don't touch her. She's mine.

Oh, well.

Light protect us.

It can't be.

Light save us, please.

Don't hold back.

No. Come here.

Don't be afraid.

This is our house now.

Nyomi.

My friend can make
all the scary thoughts go away.

She'll lose more
than just her memories of today.

A return home is meant
for one of two things.

Remembrance or revenge.

I think it's best not to remember a thing.

Elaida Sedai?

You sent for these?

Yes. You can set them over there.

It's a terrible burden, isn't it?

Oh. It's just a few dresses.

I meant the future.

A Blue sister once gave me
a good piece of advice.

Watch which servants
have been placed in your rooms.

Find out why.

You're a Seer, Min. Yes?

Yes.

Hmm.

It's lonely knowing what's to come.

I, too, shoulder that burden.

Although I hear my Foretellings
are far less frequent than your visions.

Lucky you.

I am lucky.

Every Foretelling I've had
is a treasure I hold close.

Why?

It's not like you can do anything
to change it.

We are Seers.

That doesn't make us watchers.

Yes, you see a moment in the future.

But what leads up to that moment
and what leads out of it,

that's where our power lies.

Many years ago I had a Foretelling

that the queendom of Andor
would play a key role in the Last Battle.

But I didn't just sit back
and watch it unfold.

I helped Morgase Trakand
win her Succession War.

Guess that worked out for you.

Mm-hmm.

Things will.

That bracelet.

Is it part of another Foretelling?

Of a sort.

I know Verin and Leane
sent you here to watch me.

To report on everything I do and say.

But this...

Can it stay just between us?

Yes.

The Highest of the Red Ajah will soon
call a vote in the Hall of the Sitters.

Perhaps the most important one
in Tower history.

Siuan Sanche will lose,

and my Red sisters will restore the Tower
to its original mission:

finding and caging the Dragon Reborn.

It is many hundreds of years

since your Tower
produced a Dreamwalker, Aes Sedai.

A Dreamwalker?

Almost anyone can touch Tel'aran'rhiod.

Very few can truly enter it.

Of all the Taardad Wise Ones,
Melaine and I are the only Dreamwalkers.

And you think I'm one, too?

When we met in the dream,

it felt as though
you were running from something.

I keep dreaming about this woman who...

who hurt me.

These bruises, they're from this woman?

Moiraine said that the hurts we take
in the Dream World

can follow us when we wake.

Who is this woman? In your dream?

She's dead.

If she can hurt you,
then this woman in your dream is alive.

Oh, no, I--

Soon you will arrive in Rhuidean.

After that I'll teach you what I can
to protect yourself.

You have to stop bringing me here.

I didn't bring you here this time.

You brought me.

Why do I find that hard to believe?

I'll go.

What's wrong?

I don't know
if I can untangle this for us.

You were right to stay away
from Callandor.

I should have seen that.

It was selfish of me.

Selfish?

What do you want with Callandor?

What aren't you telling me?

You wouldn't believe me.

There's a way, I think...

I could escape my Dark Oaths...

if the Dark One Himself is destroyed.

Is that even possible?

There's a sa'angreal
as strong as Callandor.

For women, the Sakarnen.

I think, if a man and a woman
used them together, they could--

Kill the Dark One?

And what would it mean for you?

If the Oaths you swore were gone?

Lanfear. We can't.

I shouldn't have said anything.

They're making it hotter.

Have you never been
in a sweat tent before?

No, we have not.

In the wetlands, they have so much water
they lie in it in tubs.

What is the significance of Rhuidean?

Do they not teach politeness
at your White Tower, child?

Rhuidean is where men go
to become Clan Chiefs

and women to become Wise Ones.

If your Rand al'Thor is the Car'a'carn,

then he, too, will go into the fog.

And what happens
when he is declared Car'a'carn?

You are going to miss your baths.

I think she's looking at you.

If you say so.

You are allowed to be happy, you know.

Even just for one night.

Even just for an hour.

Do you think an hour with her
is what I need to be happy?

Probably wouldn't hurt.

It's been a long time since
I've been with someone else.

You don't forget how it works.

Would you care to join me tonight?

Who are you?

I'm Melindhra, of the Chumai Sept
of the Taardad Aiel.

Aiel do not have tattoos.

So do you still recognize it?

You haven't forgotten who you are?

Why do you have
the Golden Crane of Malkier on your back?

I was just a girl
when the Blight took Malkier.

I ran and ran until a Wise One found me.

She took me as her own daughter.

But I would break my spears today

and follow you to the Blight
and take back our city.

Our home.

Malkier is gone.

As long as one man wears the hadori,

as long as one woman wears the ki'sain,

Malkier lives.

Or have you forgotten your duty,
Aan'allein?

You wear your father's sword.

Do you still fight his war?

I have not forgotten.

What about the Whitecloaks?
They won't leave us alone.

It's him they want.
That's why they took Natti.

He's right.

If I turn myself in,

then the Whitecloaks
will return the Cauthons.

I've known you all your life.

So has everyone here.

You're no Darkfriend.

But he is something.

So are you, Cenn Buie,

and if you don't shut your mouth,
I'll tell you what.

Look, if I turn myself in, then, uh...

well, then everyone can focus
on the real problem.

The Trollocs.

What if the Whitecloaks leave
once they have you?

Then we won't even have our pride left
when the Trollocs come for us.

No, you'll stay right here.

The Two Rivers defends its own.

Always has, always will.

That's the way it's
always been, yeah?

Don't be worried, Perrin.

What are you doing up here?

There's food downstairs.

If I have to eat another turnip,
I pray to the Light I choke on it.

Maksim.

Why don't you turn off the bond, Alanna?

You never used to keep it on like this.

Because there are Trollocs and
Whitecloaks everywhere.

We are in danger.

But I can't take it. I can't.

I can feel...

that you feel nothing for Ihvon.

I'm just trying to protect myself
because I'm drowning in your grief.

I wake up in the middle of the night
and it's choking me.

- It should be. He's dead.
- Exactly.

And now we have to deal with it.

If we were dealing with it,
we would be hunting down Liandrin

and making her pay
for what she did to him.

But instead we're here.
In the bloody Two Rivers.

Why, Alanna?

You know, I've never seen someone
try to turn themselves in

and fail.

So you're with him?

Only by chance.

I came here looking
for the Horn of Valere.

Heard of it, I see.

I'm familiar.

There's been much talk about you
in your absence, Perrin Aybara.

And very little of you.

- I don't even know your name.
- I call myself Mandarb.

I'm sorry.

It's just, uh,
my friend, Lan, it's what he--

He what?

It means "blade" in the Old Tongue.

So choose your words carefully.

It's what he calls his horse.

It's a good name, though.

Did you, um, choose it for the Hunt?

Perhaps you should try again
to turn yourself in.

What now?

I'm going to get Natti and the girls.

I promised Mat I'd look after his family,
and I intend to.

- Min? Is that you?
- Ugh. Drop it, Mat.

There's more going on in this Tower
than you and me falling out.

Again.

I came to this bloody Tower
to do some good with my visions,

- but this is a different kind of carnival...
- Min. Stop. Stop. Look at me.

Look at me.

I'm sorry.

I am. And I appreciate what you did.

It's just that I have had
my own kind of trouble, lately.

I know.

The memories.

How do you know?

You told every bloody novice in the Tower
and half the Aes Sedai.

But I was thinking though,

maybe we could make some good

out of these things
we've been cursed with.

Maybe that warrior who fought at Falme
is still somewhere inside you.

Whoa, I know this look.

Min? Are you all right?

- Mat...
- Min?

- Min. No. Min, stop.
- Mat.

Stop, I told you when I met you,

I don't want to know what shit
is headed my way, all right?

I'm sorry, miss.
Is this man bothering you?

I can handle myself, thanks.

Min, you...

You're excellent, aren't you?

Sturdy.

Very protective, very selfless of you.

Thank the Light we have you here with us.

Prick.

Leane Sedai.

I didn't think you knew your way
to the Red quarters.

I followed the rats.

To what do we owe the visit?

The Amyrlin heard that you are anxious
to fulfill your duties, Highest.

The false Dragon,
Mazrim Taim, still evades us.

You will take seven women of your choosing
to Saldaea to find him.

The Highest cannot leave the Tower.

Not now.

- She has important work to do.
- Hmm.

Work none of us should interrupt.

Would the Reds leave their duty

of finding men
who can channel to another Ajah?

Blues, perhaps?

- When does Mother want us to leave?
- Tonight. Come, now.

She waits for you in her study
to discuss the plan.

Who do you think will replace her?

Replace her?

As Highest of the Red Ajah?

Temporarily, of course.

Saldaea's on the other side of the world.

Unless we can afford
to lose a Sitter for months,

and be worth only two votes in the Hall.

You're right, sister.

It appears the Red Ajah
is in need of a new Sitter.

Wait. Where are you going?

Back to our farm.

No, no. What about the Trollocs?

An oak fell on my land.

I mean to make it into a bar
for the door at night.

And the boys'll take turns
keeping watching on the roof.

Nothing'll get close
without us getting warning.

No, no. How much warning?

Trollocs see like cats in the dark.

They'll be on top of you,

kicking in the door
before anyone can raise a shout.

- Stop trying to frighten folks.
- Trollocs frighten me.

They should frighten all of us.

Or don't you remember
what happened at Bel Tine?

Then what do we do?

Look.

If there's ten here or twenty there,

then you're just game for Trolloc taking.

Or for Whitecloaks.

But if there are hundreds of us,
together, then we have a chance.

If we stay here, all of us,
we have a chance.

Good to know we'll have
at least one man ready

when the trees
finally launch their attack.

Although, with form like that,
I'd wager the trees would win.

Huh.

Here, if you'd like,
I can show you how to use a proper weapon.

Nah, you're all right.

I don't know much about swords.
I think I'll put my trust in a bow.

Or a quarterstaff.

I know how to use those.

Or I did at least.

Mat.

I've been looking for you.

Oh, your search is complete.

I wanted to say goodbye.

Goodbye?

Nynaeve, what are you talking about?

Elayne and I found something.

We think we know where Liandrin's gone.

Liandrin?

Just keep your voice down.

All right.

Well, you are not going off
to look for her without me.

I mean, what am I supposed to do here?

The Aes Sedai haven't got a bloody clue
how to help me.

And if anyone can, I reckon it's you.

- I'm coming with you.
- Yeah, but... No... Mat, you--

I think the lady said she wanted to leave.

Mate, have a day off!

I don't need your help.

Step back, Matrim.

He said step back.

- Or what?
- Oh, Mat.

You're not going to take
two of us with a stick.

Two marks says I could.

Each.

This is ridiculous.

You afraid?

Done then.

Let us put an end to this farce after all.

Dovie’andi se tovya sagain.

Two marks.

Each.

Your people listened.

They're staying.

But I have a suspicion you won't.

Who are they to you, these Cauthons?

Friends.

Family, in a way.

Are they worth dying for?

That's what will happen
if you go for the Whitecloaks.

If you try to take them back.

Nobody's getting hurt.
I'll make sure of it.

Is that a plan or a hope?

You'll need both if you want to lead.

I don't.

Wait.

What's your real name?

Please.

Faile.

It means falcon.

So you see, Perrin Aybara.

Hunting's in my blood.

There's really no other way to get there?

Does someone want to tell me
where we're actually going?

I didn't even
tell my brothers we were leaving,

because we agreed not to tell anyone.

I didn't want to chance
another Gray Man following us.

We're going to Tanchico.

Tanchico's pretty rough.

It's a good thing I'm coming.

I mean, did your brothers mention
what I can do with a staff?

Now, Nynaeve,
you know Tanchico's halfway around--

You're right, it's a long trip.

Which will go faster if you talk less
and listen more.

From where you died
to where you were born,

we walked every step together.

Let your soul find its way back to me.

So?

You were right.

It's similar to what the Seanchan use
to collar women.

But older, much older.

It must be why the Tower
are keeping it hidden.

And my weaves have no effect on it.

Because it's not created
to control a woman,

it's used to control a man.

A male a'dam.

And somewhere in this city
is the matching collar.

We're going to collar
the Dragon Reborn himself.

Softly,
softly from the shadows.