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The Dark One
is waking.

His whispers are already
in the backs of our minds.

But there will be one
who can stand against him.

The Dragon has been born again.

- And it's one of you.
- You've fully lost your mind.

I've heard about the bond

between an Aes Sedai
and their Warder.

That you feel what she feels.

It could be warmer.

- Better?
- Much.

Before you,

I had nothing to live for
and nothing to die for.

This power,
it's meant for women.

And women alone.

And when you touch it,

you make it filthy.

The Dark One corrupted
the One Power

so men couldn't use it
without going mad.

You have
to watch him.

I've healed him of his
connection to the dagger,

but it was feeding off
the darkness in him

as much as he was of it.

If he touches it again,
he may be lost forever.

I'm worried about him.

His eyes
when Valda was torturing him.

They went golden, like a wolf's.

I'm no Aes Sedai,
but you could be.

You don't listen to the wind,
Egwene.

It's the wind
that listens to you.

The most
powerful channeler

we've seen in 1,000 years.

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

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

The Wheel
calls you to this,

whether you can bear it or not.

The Last Battle is coming.

What is it?

The Horn of Valere.

To be blown
at the Last Battle.

There are Darkfriends
inside our walls.

If we do not stop
the Dark One now

while he is still weak,

the whole world
will turn to darkness.

Mat!

I need a message
delivered to the Tower.

There is a man
that they must find.

Mat Cauthon.

To whom
should I send this message?

The Red Ajah.

Moiraine masked our bond.

Rand.

You cannot escape
your fate.

You are the Dragon Reborn.

It was here.

In the center.

Egwene.

I felt it.

The madness.

Tell them I died here.

Tell them I didn't make it back.

Where's Rand?

He's gone.

Unmask the bond.

I can't touch

the Source.

It's cuendillar.

I thought that heartstone

couldn't be scratched.

Not even the One Power
could break it.

So did I.

What does it mean?

That this wasn't
the Last Battle.

I fear it was the first.

Where is he now,
the one who walks the world,

the one who was and will be

but is not yet the Dragon,

Rand al'Thor?

He released me
at the Eye of the World,

and he thinks he can hide.

He cannot.

We are to kill him?

Perhaps he can
be turned to my use.

Sooner or later,
it will be served,

in this age or another.

Mum.

Excuse me.

We're in the middle
of a meeting.

A quite important one, really.

Oh.

Let me guess.

There's something outside.

A monster, perhaps?

Come on.

A lot of people call me
a monster, too, you know.

Along with a litany
of other unflattering names.

Father of Lies.

Betrayer of Hope.

Forsaken.

Do you know why they call me
and the other Chosen

such hideous things?

No.

'Cause if they called me
what I really am,

no one would be afraid.

After all, how do you prove
you're not a monster?

How do you prove that the things
you're doing are good or evil?

Right or wrong?

Look at this creature.

Part man.

Part animal.

It's so hard
to be something between.

What if he isn't evil?

What if he isn't wrong?

What if he's just...

hungry?

Look at me.

Do I look like a monster to you?

No.

I knew I liked you.

You see?

It's all right.

Go on.

You try.

You're late.

Verin. Must you speak so loudly?

Are you hungover?

I'm speaking
at a perfectly normal volume.

Could you move to the left
a little?

Perfect.

Mm.

Lan!

You know, it is so warm today,

and it must be unbearable
swinging your sword

wearing such heavy woolen trousers.

A rider's coming.

Another one of her visitors, hmm?

Must be.

- That's 20.
- Mm.

Still no word from Moiraine
about who they are,

what news they bring?

Don't look at me.

She doesn't tell me any more
than she tells you.

Mm-hmm?

Another visitor is here for you.

Send him in.

This one is from Illian.

Send him in.

Moiraine Sedai.

Come.

Sit.

My customers
usually do be coming to me,

not the other way round.

Especially this far
from a good harbor.

And yet here you are.

I didn't have much of a choice,
did I?

Oh, everyone has a choice,
Master Domon.

And every choice has
a consequence.

Door.

Now...

...if you're done posturing,

I believe we have business
to attend to.

Egwene!

Don't smile.

Is the Amyrlin back?

You talk to her?

No.

First time we were here,

she told us we were called
by the Wheel itself.

But all we've done since
we signed their Book of Novices

is clean.

Being a novice
is a rite of passage.

Every single Aes Sedai
has done it,

even the Amyrlin.

It builds... character.

I have enough character.

Clear the table.

Leave the bucket.

What are the five threads
of the One Power?

Air,

earth, fire...

spirit

- and water.
- Good.

When you touch these threads,

you pull at the elements
of the world itself.

By the end of today,
each one of you

will drink the water
in your glass.

Those of you who master
this weave will enjoy far more

than those who do not.

Now watch.

Draw threads of earth
with your right hand,

from the stones
of this tower itself.

With your left hand,
pull threads of water

from the moisture in the air or
even this glass in front of you.

Now weave them together.

Now pick up your glass.

Pour it through your weave.

Your turn.

It will take you many tries to
get the water perfectly clean.

But you will get better.

You have two capable hands.

It will be easier
if you use them.

I didn't come here for easy.

Why are your eyes open?

You haven't even
embraced the Source.

So I can see
when you're looming over me.

Picture the bud of a flower...

in your mind's eye.

It's pink.

It's supple.

- It's ready to...
- It's not working.

- Try again.
- I did try again.

In Fal Dara, the two of you
saw your true potential.

Lady Amalisa flattened
an entire army of Trollocs.

Using your power,

not hers.

Yours.

It will take you
years of hard work

to learn
how to do that yourself.

But you can.

No one should have
that much power.

You can either embrace
what you are

or fear it.

Egwene is strong,

stronger than most,

but you...

you have ten times that power,
Nynaeve,

whether you want it or not.

Five months now in this tower
and you haven't channeled,

not once.

Whatever block
is holding you back,

it's time to break through it.

No one leaves today without
drinking their glass of water.

Now close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

You didn't say
it had to be clean.

Egwene al'Vere...

how is she coming along?

She needs to... loosen up

a bit.
Nynaeve al'Meara, however...

Still blocked?

She hasn't channeled

ever since she arrived
at the Tower.

Perhaps she needs
a more effective teacher.

We've all tried.

Uh, my apologies...

all of us who are not
explicitly forbidden.

Perhaps our beloved
Mistress of Novices

might make an exception
just this once.

A novice died in your care.

The One Power is dangerous.
Using it is dangerous.

Any loss is too many.

This tower used to be full.

But year after year,
fewer girls come to us.

- And with less power.
- Yet the world

around us simmers.

Hmm?

The hunt for the Horn of Valere
called in Illian,

Trolloc raids near Arafel

and another false Dragon
has declared himself in Saldaea.

They say he's even more powerful
than Logain.

You can feel it.

Something is coming.

And we're not ready for it.

Nynaeve is the single
most potent weapon we've found

against the Dark
in a thousand years. Uh...

Let me talk to her, at least.

A talk.

That's it. Now get out of here,

the lot of you.

This is a mistake, sister.

Oh. Now, Alanna,

who's ever been hurt
by a little talk?

Hmm.

They are saddling
the horses.

I'll be right there.

Another letter for
Mistresses al'Meara and al'Vere?

Nynaeve and Egwene
are all I have

now that Rand's...

...gone.

And who knows where Mat is.

I keep asking back home
about him, but...

Come.

The hunt for the Horn of Valere

awaits.

The new tracker Lord Ingtar has
hired has put up a signal fire.

He's found something.

Uno won't be happy.

Some tracker.

A bloody signal fire'll
let Padan Fain

and his Darkfriends
know exactly where we are.

I know very little
about this new tracker,

this "sniffer"
Lord Ingtar's hired.

But I'm sure he's no match
for you, Master Nomesta.

Though it's been weeks
since we've seen trace of Fain,

it always seems you're on
the verge of a fresh discovery.

Are you taking the piss?

No.

Mate, he'd never.

Tell us again of the near miss
at Watch Hill.

So close to Padan Fain

I could smell
his Light-forsaken arse.

If you lot hadn't splashed

across the stream
like a herd of breastfed cattle,

I'd be roasting his corpse
on a spit

and playing a tune
on the Horn of bloody Valere.

You are taking the piss.

- You disrespectful goat...
- Uno.

Elyas.

Do you want to put out
that signal fire

before you bring Fain and his
Darkfriends crashing in on us?

Fire's not mine.

Down here.

May they shelter
in the palm of the Creator.

There was a child
who made it out.

The dog was trying
to protect her.

One
of Fain's Darkfriends.

A Shienaran, it seems.

He must've been one of the men
who helped Fain into Fal Dara.

Has been traveling
with him ever since.

Bloody traitor.

That's enough.

We will bury the slaughtered

and follow in the morning.

You're sure
it's from before the Breaking?

Spend my fair share of time
haggling Sea Folk.

And they are
the best in the game.

You've got no interest in that.

It's the heartstone you want.

Pieces of cuendillar
are rare, yes,

but what makes you think
I want this one?

It's broken.

And?

Stuff's made
from the One Power itself.

And you and I both know

it has one defining trait.

It's unbreakable.

The bond made things easier.

It was like a friend

walking along with us,

chatting away
so we never had to.

She's tired, she's hungry,

she's angry, she's afraid.

And now silence.

You don't strike me as a man

who's afraid
of a little silence.

She wants me to leave.

You can.

An Aes Sedai needs a Warder.

Adeleas manages fine
without one.

She has you.

So does Moiraine.

Should she need me.

I'm not leaving.

Suit yourself.

You're almost as stubborn
as she is.

Almost.

When did this come
into your possession?

Couple of months back.

Where?

Outside Cairhien.

The old moon dial there
shattered one night this spring.

I know
you have men following me.

I want them gone, too.

I don't take kindly
to unwanted company.

Your enemies are your own.

It seems there's something
written on this.

Aye.

The whole dial was covered
in a poem when they found it.

Written in blood.

Old Tongue.

I have a copy, actually.

If you're interested.

Always loved me a good poem.

No, no, no, no, no.
I think that's enough questions.

You can have the heartstone...

for 50 marks.

The poem...

that'll cost you five more.

- Five?
- Mm.

For a poem?

That could buy me
the finest Domani racehorse.

Aye. True enough.

One mark for the poem then.

But I'm not budging
on the heartstone.

50 marks

or I walk out of here with it.

This is all I need.

Thank you for your time
and travel.

- But the heartstone...
- Sea Folk might be

good at the game, Master Domon,
but the Aes Sedai invented it.

Be careful when you insult one.

Ah...

Ah, serves me right, I suppose.

These men you say
are following you,

what do they look like?

Only caught a glimpse
from a distance,

once, when we, uh, left the dock
at Whitebridge.

Two men in black cloaks
on horseback.

Did you see their faces?

No.

Their hoods covered them.

Go back to your boat. Now.

Take it to Illian, don't stop,

and then on to the sea.

Sail east or west
as far and fast as you can.

Spray's a-a riverboat. She...

Then stay to the shadows,
but go, now.

Here are ten marks
for provisions.

What have you got me
wrapped up in, eh?

The Wheel weaves
as the Wheel wills,

Master Domon.

Light be with you.

I knew we should've stuck
to the wooden swords.

Why? She's good.

- I almost had you.
- Careful.

You'll be bonded to an Aes Sedai
before you even become one.

I'm in no danger of
becoming an Aes Sedai.

I take it class today
did not go as planned?

I know you love her,
but Alanna's a real piece of...

Alanna Sedai to you.

It's not her, it's this...

It's this whole place.

I don't know.

The first month
of Warder training,

they force you to fight
ten other men alone.

Usually only get in one hit,

maybe two,

while you're being beaten
within an inch of your life.

There's only one thing
that keeps you going.

The reason that brought you here
in the first place.

Which is?

Different for everyone.

What was it for you?

I fell in love with a Warder.

And you?

I fell in love
with an Aes Sedai.

You always make me
feel like the third wheel.

The Aes Sedai will devise
special tortures

to put each of you through
during your training.

But rest assured,

the intention is the same.

So you'll save yourself
a lot of time

and hurt

if you can answer
that one simple question.

Why'd you come here?

Egwene?

Egwene?

Come in.

Do you need a moment
to get dressed?

I said come in.

Hungry?

No, thank you.

I wanted to talk to you about
what happened this morning.

Um, juggling two things at once,

no matter what I do,
it feels very...

...messy.

When I first started
experimenting,

I found it very difficult
to split my focus.

You just have to relax

and let go of all expectations.

When we are used to one partner,

it can be very difficult
to open ourselves up to two.

- Partner?
- My advice...

focus on your own pleasure.

When it starts to feel good,
you follow that sensation.

- Let it bloom deep inside of you.
- Um, I'm sorry.

I-I think
you may have misunderstood me.

I was talking about, um...

the weave from class.

It's-it's hard for me
to focus on the earth threads

- and the water threads at the same time.
- Oh.

In that case,
you're probably focusing

on the individual grains of dirt
instead of the collective mass.

You're trying to use hundreds
of weaves instead of just two.

That makes sense.

Thank you, uh, so much for...

- all your help.
- Egwene?

Remember, things are messy
before they are perfect.

Nothing worthwhile is
neat and tidy.

What are you doing here?

I've been keeping tabs on you,
you know.

And to be perfectly blunt,

you've proven to be
quite the disappointment.

You're wasting your time
with swords.

It's beneath you.

The Warders have taught me more
in the last five months

than all of your sisters
combined.

Yeah, swords are for the weak,
for men.

If a man came at me
with a sword,

I could meet him
with another blade.

Made from the air,

better than most steel blades,
but still...

not much use,

because now I have to fight
hand-to-hand,

draining my strength.

Putting me in
a vulnerable position.

I don't want it to be
a fair fight.

I want to win.

Let me go!

You asked me once
why Reds don't have Warders.

Because they are a distraction,
a weakness.

We can protect ourselves.

Warders are nothing more
than glorified dogs.

Following at
their sisters' heels.

Showering them with praise,
stroking their egos.

And the most loyal of Warders,

like your precious Lan,

usually end up a footnote
casualty in some fight

their Aes Sedai forgets
before they...

Enough!

There she is.

You saw that weave only once,
and you were able to copy it.

If you don't let me go
right now...

What did you do to me?

I shielded you from the Source.

You can still feel it,
but you can't touch it, can you?

It's making you angry.

Use that anger.

My sisters would have you
believe

there's only one way
to channel,

one way to become an Aes Sedai.

But they're wrong.

You're here to learn.

Not about silt or swords

but about power.

I want to see you become
so powerful

that no man, no woman,

will ever be able
to take that away from you.

Not even me.

Why are you doing this for him?

He betrayed you all.

He was a Dark friend.

All men deserve a proper burial.

If it was up to Uno, he would've
left his corpse to the vultures.

Which is why I'm in charge
and Uno is not.

Does it bother you?

That I've bestowed
this small mercy on him?

Hundreds of your people died
in Fal Dara

because that man
opened the gates.

And that doesn't make you angry?

You don't want revenge?

If Shienarans sought revenge
for all the wrongs done to us,

there'd be no Shienarans left
in the Borderlands.

As for anger...

That won't bring my men back.

Folk in Two Rivers were
so kind to Padan Fain.

We'd always stop to chat.

We'd offer him a pint
and a warm meal.

A place to sleep.

Myself included.

I keep seeing this image
of him waving to my wife.

And Laila,
big smile on her face,

waving right back.

And in return
for all of that kindness,

he brought the Trollocs
to our door.

There's a rage inside of me.

And the closer we get to
finding him, the more it grows.

I'm scared that when
we finally come face-to-face,

I won't be able to stop myself.

From what?

Killing him.

Watching him bleed out
in front of me like Laila did.

Perhaps Fain had a reason.

For doing what he did.

Now, you may not like
the answer,

but you may find it worth
asking the question.

How did it go?

Who was he, Moiraine?

Bayle Domon.

A sailor from Illian.

Why was he here?

What did you want from him?

Is an Aes Sedai not allowed
her secrets?

Don't smile at me.

Shut me out
and try to drive me away,

don't you dare smile at me
as if everything is fine,

as if you don't know
exactly what you're doing.

I'll have my dinner up here
tonight.

Make it yourself.

And have it wherever you want.

Look what came, from Perrin.

What're you doing?

It's Bel Tine.

Today?

Can't believe I forgot.

What does the letter say?

He says they're still
searching for Padan Fain

and the Horn of Valere,
but they've lost the trail.

What is it?

"There's something about being
with these soldiers.

They have this saying
about swords

and shields and enemy fire.

It's very complicated
and involves a lot of birds...

...but the basic idea

is that if you stand alone
with a shield,

much of your body's
still exposed.

But if you stand in a group

covering each other
with your shields,

nothing can touch any of you.

It made me think of us,

all of us,

and how together
we face the impossible.

But now, in our separate corners
of the world,

every day feels exposed.

Which is a long-winded way
to say I miss you both.

And Rand, Laila.

Especially now,
this close to Bel Tine.

Let's promise that
come next year,

the four of us will celebrate
together.

Loial and I could meet you two
in Tar Valon.

And if we're lucky,
wherever he is,

Mat will manage to stay out of
trouble and join us, too."

"I miss you both,
and Rand,

Laila.

Especially now,
this close to Bel Tine.

Let's promise that next year,

the four of us will celebrate
together.

Loial and I could meet you two
in Tar Valon."

Hmm.

Now, that must be painful.

A dozen letters now, and not
a single mention of Mat Cauthon.

I suppose it would be difficult

to forgive you...
for abandoning them.

What do you want from me?

Naivety doesn't suit you.

I haven't touched that dagger
in six months.

I am not a threat to you
or your Red sisters,

or Moiraine,
or the entire bloody world.

Merry Bel Tine, Mat.

I just miss Rand so much.

No matter how much I complain
about this place,

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm here.
I'm here with you always.

For Rand.

May his spirit find his way
back to us,

in this life or the next.

He gave his life to save us all
from the Dark One.

I'm proud to have called him
"friend."

Thanks.

- Want us to wait?
- Yes.

- Tonight, she'll come.
- Yes, of course.

Soon, I'm sure.

Perhaps she just ate an
uncharacteristically late lunch.

Lan, I think you're taking this
all too personally.

It has absolutely nothing to do
with you.

It only affects you
if you let it,

and I am unequivocally
unaffected by it.

- You are not her Warder.
- No.

- But she's living in my house.
- Our house.

Technically my house,
that I allow you to live in.

When a woman who can channel is
cut off from the One Power,

it feels like
the most brutal form of assault.

Your body no longer feels
like your own.

Your mind reliving the trauma
again and again,

remembering what you once were
and what you'll never be again.

Yes.

Most women never recover.

Most women die.

But not Moiraine Sedai.

Every single day, she fights.

She wakes up, and she puts
one foot in front of the other.

She fills up those buckets,

no matter how many trips
to the well she has to make.

No matter how much water
she spills along the way.

I don't look at Moiraine Sedai
and see a selfish woman.

I look at her
and I see strength.

More strength than any of us
could possibly muster.

The bond between
an Aes Sedai and her Warder

is one way we communicate,

but not the only one.

The 20 years
you've spent together

are the common language
you share.

Perhaps, instead of trying
to force her to speak,

it's time for you to be quiet
and really listen.

I think that's the first time
in my life

someone's told me
I need to be quiet.

Uhp.

Uhp.

Lan...

Lan.

Cover your ears!

What aren't you telling me?

Together we faced
the impossible. All of us.

But now, in our separate
corners of the world,

every day feels exposed.

At the
Eye of the World,

we didn't defeat the Dark One.

We set his strongest
lieutenant free.

The Last Battle's coming.

And we're already losing it.

The Wheel never
gives anyone what they want.

If you want something,
you have to take it.

- I'm ready.
- Let her face what she fears.

No!

The hunt for
the Horn of Valere awaits.

With this, the whole world
will be ours.

His friends will turn them all
to the Dark.

There's a rage inside of me.

I'm leaving.
You don't have to come.

If our friends are in trouble,
why would you think

I'd ever stay here?

It's not always
the most powerful

who write history.
It's the ones who survive.

There are many paths
to walk through the night.

I am not looking
to repeat my failures.

I believe in what you do.

I'm tired of being
a spoke in the Wheel.

You're not
a spoke, boy.

You are the water

that turns the Wheel itself.

Or dashes it to pieces.

You were born to
protect this world.

Not just the ones you love.

The heroes of today,
that is what we are now.

It's time we start acting
like it.