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his word； least of all to the woman he loved。 Never his word to her。 Whatever the cost to himself。 He hoped she would accept the promise he had made with his honor； he had raised not a hand to harm； but none to help； either。 The Light send she never asked that of him。 It was said that love addled men's brains； and he was the proof。
Suddenly he pressed the looking glass to his eye as a woman galloped a tall black horse into the open。 He could not make out her face； but no servant would be wearing a dress divided for riding。 So at least one Aes Sedai had managed to escape。 If sisters had made it out of the trap alive； maybe more of the Younglings had too。 With luck； he could find them before they were killed in small groups by the Aiel。 First there was the matter of this sister； though。 In many ways he would rather have gone on without her； but leaving her alone； maybe to take an arrow she never saw ing； was not an option he could allow himself。 As he started to rise and wave to her； though； the horse stumbled and fell； pitching her over its head。
He cursed； then again when the looking glass showed him an arrow standing up from the black's side。 Hastily he scanned the hills； and bit down on another curse； maybe two dozen veiled Aiel stood on a crest staring toward downed horse and rider； less than a hundred paces from the Aes Sedai。 Quickly he glanced back。 The sister rose unsteadily to her feet。 If she kept her wits and used the Power； there should be no way a few Aiel could harm her； especially if she took shelter against more arrows behind the fallen horse。 Even so； he would feel better when he had gathered her in。 Rolling away from the crest to lessen the chances of the Aiel seeing him； he slid down the reverse slope until he could stand。
He had brought five hundred and eighty…one Younglings south； almost every one who was far enough along in training to leave Tar Valon； but fewer than two hundred waited on their horses in the hollow。 Before disaster struck at Dumai's Wells； he was certain there had been a plot afoot to see that he and the Younglings died without returning to the White Tower。 Why； he did not know； nor whether the scheme came from Elaida or Galina； but it had succeeded well enough； if not exactly in the way its devisers had thought。 Small wonder that he would have preferred to go on without Aes Sedai； had he any choice。
He stopped beside a tall gray gelding with a young rider。 Young； as indeed all the Younglings were … many did not need to shave beyond every third day； and a few still only pretended even that … but Jisao wore the silver tower on his collar； marking him a veteran of the fighting when Siuan Sanche was deposed； and scars beneath his clothes from fighting since。 He was one of those who could skip the razor most mornings； his dark eyes belonged to a man thirty years older； though。 What did his own eyes look like； Gawyn wondered。
〃Jisao； we have a sister to pull out of the … 〃
The hundred or so Aiel who came trotting over the low rise to the west recoiled in surprise at finding the Younglings below； but neither surprise nor the Younglings' superior numbers held them back。 In a flash they veiled and plunged down the slope； darting in with spears stabbing at horses as often as riders； working in pairs。 Yet if the Aiel knew how to fight men on horseback； the Younglings had recently had rough lessons in how to fight Aiel； and slow learners did not live long in their ranks。 Some carried slender lances； ending in a foot and a half of steel with a crossguard to prevent the head penetrating too deeply； and all could use their swords as well as any but a blademaster。 They fought in twos and threes； each man watching another's back； keeping their mounts moving so the Aiel could not hamstring the animals。 Only the quickest Aiel managed to get inside those circles of flashing steel。 The war…trained horses themselves were weapons； splitting skulls with their hooves； seizing men with their teeth and shaking them like dogs worrying rats； jaws tearing away half a man's face。 The horses screamed as they fought； and men grunted with effort； shouted with the fever that overtook men in battle； the fever that said they were alive and would live to see another sunrise if they had to wade waist…deep in blood。 They shouted as they killed； shouted as they died； there seemed little difference。
Gawyn had no time to watch or listen； though。 The only Youngling afoot； he attracted attention。 Three cadin'sor…clad figures dodged through the horsemen； rushing at him with spears ready。 Perhaps they thought him easy meat； three on one。 He disabused them。 His sword left the scabbard smoothly； as smoothly as he flowed from The Falcon Stoops to The Creeper Embraces the Oak to The Moon Rises Over the Lakes。 Three times he felt the shock in his wrists of blade meeting flesh； and that quickly three veiled Aielmen were down； two still moving weakly； but they were out of the fight as much as the other。 The next to confront him was a different matter。
A lean fellow； overtopping Gawyn by a hand； he moved like a snake； spear flickering while his buckler darted and slanted to deflect sword strokes with a force Gawyn could feel to his shoulders。 The Wood Grouse Dances became Folding the Air became The Courtier Taps His Fan； and the Aielman met each of them at the cost of a slash along his ribs； while Gawyn took a gash on his thigh that only a quick twist kept from being a stab clean through。
They circled one another； oblivious to whatever happened around them。 Blood oozed hot down Gawyn's leg。 The Aielman feinted； hoping to draw him off balance； feinted again； Gawyn shifted from stance to stance； sword now high； now low； hoping the man would extend one of those half…thrusts just a little too far。
In the end； it was chance that decided matters。 The Aielman abruptly stumbled a step； and Gawyn ran him through the heart before he even saw the horse that had backed into the man。
Once he would have felt regret； he had grown up believing that if two men must fight； the duel should proceed honorably and cleanly。 More than half a year of battles and skirmishes had taught him better。 He put a foot on the Aielman's chest and wrenched his blade free。 Ungallant； but fast； and in battle； slow was often dead。
Only； when his sword was free； there was no need for speed。 Men were down； Younglings and Aielmen； some groaning； some still； and the rest of the Aiel streaming away to the east； harried by two dozen Younglings； including some who should know better。 〃Hold！〃 he shouted。 If the idiots allowed themselves to bee separated； the Aiel would cut them to dogmeat。 〃No pursuit！ Hold； I said！ Hold； burn you！〃 The Younglings pulled up reluctantly。
Jisao reined his gelding around。 〃They just thought to cut a path through us on the way wherever they're going； my Lord。〃 His sword dripped red from half its length。
Gawyn caught the reins of his own bay stallion and swung into the saddle； not waiting to clean or sheath his blade。 No time to see who was dead； who might live。 〃Forget them。 That sister is waiting for us。 Hal； keep your half…troop to look after the wounded。 And watch those Aiel； just because they're dying doesn't mean they have quit。 The rest； follow me。〃 Hal saluted with his sword； but Gawyn was already digging in his spurs。
The skirmish had not lasted long； yet too long however short。 When Gawyn reached the crest； only the dead horse was to be seen； its saddlebags turned out。 Scanning through his looking glass revealed not a sign of the sister； the Aiel or anything else living。 All that moved was windblown dust and a dress on the ground near the horse； stirring in the gusts。 The woman must have sprinted to be so pletely out of sight so quickly。
〃She can't have gone far； even running；〃 Jisao said。 〃We can find her if we fan out。〃
〃We'll search after we see to the wounded；〃 Gawyn replied firmly。 He was not about to split up his men with Aiel roaming loose。 Only a few hours yet till sunset； and he wanted a tight camp on high ground before then。 It might be as well if he did manage to find a sister or two； someone was going to have to explain this catastrophe to Elaida； and he would as soon it was an Aes Sedai facing her wrath； not him。
Turning his bay with a sigh； he rode back down to see what the butcher's bill had been this time。 That had been his first real lesson as a soldier。 You always had to pay the butcher。 He had a feeling there would be bigger bills due soon。 The world would forget Dumai's Wells in what was ing。
Chapter 1
（Wolf）
High Chasaline
The Wheel of Time turns； and Ages e and pass； leaving memories that bee legend。 Legend fades to myth； and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth es again。 In one Age； called the Third Age by some； an Age yet to e； an Age long past； a wind rose in the great forest called Braem Wood。 The wind was not the beginning。 There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time。 But it was a beginning。
North and east the wind blew as the searing sun rose higher in a cloudless sky； north and east through parched trees with brow