No.
Latra, we...
This is our answer, you risk too much.
So, that's it then?
You prefer to break the Aes Sedai in two?
You foolish men are the ones breaking us.
This fight is my birthright!
It is.
I was born to do this.
I've been training for this very battle.
We should strike at Shayol Ghul now,
and end this once and for all.
Your title grants you a right, but also a duty to serve all.
And your plan serves only your pride.
This is not about me.
You know what can happen and still marches forward.
You will expose the very source of your power to him.
Even if you succeed, he may taint Saidin,
make it unstable.
How will future Dragons stand a chance without the power?
I intend to be the last one.
You are not the first...
and won't be the last.
What is it?
To think, the fate of the world was decided in a nursery.
Nothing was decided here.
The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills.
This is just...
an overwhelmed woman trying to remind her old friend
that he's not invincible.
Light be with you, Lews Therin Telamon,
The Dragon Reborn.
And you, Latra Posae Decume.
The Tamyrlin Seat, and my dear friend.
Sweetheart.
Sweetheart, everything's fine.
Your father...
will fix the world for you.
This braid will remind you that you are a part of us
and we a part of you.
To be a woman is to be always alone
and never alone.
So when the Dark surrounds you and you see no Light,
feel this braid and know that we all stood before you.
We all stand with you.
As Wisdom of the Two Rivers,
it's my honor to welcome you
to the Women's Circle.
Be strong, Egwene.
Trust the river.
I remember when this road was
just a little deer path, winding down the mountain.
How'd you get the wool to town?
Carried it.
And the brandy?
That stayed home.
Your mother could drink.
More wolves now.
Something's been pushing them down from the mountain.
When you were just tiny, we'd let you out
in these woods alone to look for berries.
You'd always save a basket of them
in the barn to take to Egwene.
Sounds like I used to be a real sap.
The Coplins and Congars were worried
we might be without apple brandy this Bel Tine.
Wouldn't want them to remember a minute of it.
I want to thank you all very much
for bearing with me tonight.
Can't imagine it's been easy to part with all your money,
but...
- You'll get 'em next time, Mat. - Next time?
How about right now? Eh? Anyone?
You don't have anything left to bet.
Come on. Sit down.
How are you?
- How're the girls? - You can spot me.
One game, three of us. Old time's sake, eh?
- Come on, we're talking. - About what?
You're married, your life's over.
And Rand's pining over Egwene, cold in the mountains,
only the sheep to keep him warm.
- Did you hear already? - Hear what?
A few folks went down to Taren Ferry with the wool last week.
Town was full of soldiers and mercenaries headed south.
Why?
They said there's a war in Ghealdan.
In Ghealdan? Who cares?
It was Callie Coplin told you that, wasn't it?
So?
She'd piss in your mouth and tell you it was raining.
So, come on.
Let's play.
- No? - No.
No?
Okay, fine.
Enough of you guys.
Danya.
How did her ceremony go today?
I don't know, actually. We, uh...
We haven't talked yet.
- I'm sure she's just busy. - Yeah, yeah.
I'm sure.
Name yourself, stranger.
Lan Mandragoran.
This is Moiraine.
Milady, can I help you?
We'll need stables for our horses
and a room for the night.
Two beds and fresh linen. That's all we need.
Of course, Moiraine Sedai.
If you'll come this way.
She looks like a normal person.
- I don't know, I... - Quiet.
Who knows what she can hear?
Maybe she's headed to the war in the south?
In the stories, they say
one Aes Sedai can turn a battle on her own.
I don't care where she's going to,
but we'll all be happier and safer
when she's there.
Where's Laila?
Probably at the forge.
Iron's hard to work alone.
Give Egwene my best.
What are you doing in here?
Everyone is at the inn.
They said you didn't even go to her ceremony.
I love you.
I know.
Mum? Mum, what are you doing here?
Same thing as anyone else.
Where's Dad?
Right where the whole town could see him.
- The prick. - Who's with the girls?
That pig!
Come on. Time to go home, Mum.
- I will go wherever I want. - Please.
How are you?
- Matty? - Don't worry.
You're going to be just like your dad.
I know it.
Hey.
How about you two sleep with me tonight
instead of Mum and Dad? Yeah?
Cheers. Come on, then.
A thousand wars have washed over
the lands down-mountain,
and Two Rivers folk don't have any more need
to pay attention now than before.
War is just fools killing other fools for foolish causes.
Aes Sedai don't fight wars.
They pull the strings of the world from their White Tower.
And if one of them's here...
Then she'll enjoy Bel Tine tomorrow like the rest of us.
Rand, Egwene, why don't you two finish up the dishes?
Of course.
You've been avoiding me.
Or biding my time until I could get you alone?
How'd it go today?
- You know I can't talk about... - It's me.
You can at least say if it was good or bad.
It was...
...good.
I'm sorry, it's just...
I'm thinking about something that Nynaeve...
You know...
...my dad said I used to pick baskets of berries
to bring to you when I was a kid.
Like some lovesick puppy.
Sounds sweet to me.
Has that been in your pocket all day?
Maybe.
Come here.
You let me fall asleep.
You act as if I had some say in the matter.
What happened out there today?
It wasn't today.
It was before.
Nynaeve.
She asked me to become her apprentice,
to study to be a Wisdom someday.
What?
No, you...
She asked.
I didn't say yes or no.
Really?
She thinks I'll be able to listen to the wind
if I work with her.
It's a lonely life, being a Wisdom.
No husband.
No kids.
I should get up to bed.
Rand.
Merry Bel Tine! Merry Bel Tine!
No. No sweet sticks for you.
Too early for breakfast?
Never too early for your mum's bread.
He left before I woke.
Mat Cauthon.
My best and poorest customer.
Seems like I'm your only customer.
So, what do you have for me this year?
Oh. Oh, dear.
Not real gold, sadly.
Yes, it is.
It's worth three marks, at least.
Mm. Possibly.
But will I be able to sell it here in town?
I'll give you one mark.
- Two. - Half a mark.
That will get you three lanterns,
and you'll be lucky to have 'em.
You're a right bastard, Padan Fain.
Pleasure as always.
Thought you might be here.
When I come up here...
you know what I wonder about?
I wonder about my life here.
In the Two Rivers.
About the house I'll build.
The wife I'll have.
About my kids running through these woods, just like I did.
- I'm going to... - I know.
I already know.
They call you a leader in this town, Wisdom,
and here you are, cleaning.
This pool is sacred. It's an honor to clean it.
What are you doing here?
I could ask the same of you.
You're not from here, are you?
The old Wisdom brought you here when you were a baby...
a baby whose parents passed.
But no one can remember exactly when.
That's the thing about these little towns,
no one keeps records of anything.
Births, deaths...
It doesn't mean we don't remember.
That old Wisdom...
the woman who raised me...
When she was only 13,
she realized she could listen to the wind...
and she went to the White Tower.
She walked.
From here.
It took her months.
And when she got there, your sisters took one look
at her ragged clothes, her peasant accent,
and they turned her away.
She was small and from a little town,
but she remembered.
Until the day she died.
So do I.
See, people say you're too young to be the Wisdom,
and I disagree.
I think you're strong,
even if you have only had that braid for, what...
what, a year or two?
I've had it for five.
So that makes you 25...
26.
That doesn't mean I can't do my job.
And whatever you may think, that is to protect this town.
From you, if I have to.
Maybe we should be at Bel Tine.
To light a candle for her.
Whole point is to help guide her spirit back to us.
Doesn't matter where we are when we do it, really.
How long does it take before the Wheel of Time
turns someone's spirit back into the world again?
Wish I knew.
But I'm sure there's a reason no one can remember
their previous lives.
All we can do is the best we can
with the life that's given to us.
And take comfort from it.
That no matter what happens, what...
pain we face...
what heartbreak...
even death...
...the Wheel keeps turning.
Always.
And we try again.
Maybe do a little better than the last time.
Come on, now.
If we want our loved ones' souls to make their way back here,
we'd best show them something worth coming back for.
Come on.
Tom?
Tom, what's wro...
Get down.
Nynaeve, what's happening?
What are they?
Quick, quick!
Who are they?
Mum. Dad.
- Where are the girls? - They... they were right here, I...
Where are the girls?!
Put pressure on it.
Dad, what is that?
Rand! Run!
Dad!
Hey! Over here!
Dad?
- Dad. - Are you all right?
I'm fine.
It's a Trolloc. You need to get out of here.
You need to leave.
- Go. - No.
I'll get you to Nynaeve.
Dear Light.
Go, go!
Take my hand. Go.
Laila, run.
Run!
Move!
Somebody help us!
Hey! It's all right. I've got you.
I've got you. I've got you.
Don't worry. All right?
Remember when we played hide-and-seek?
Yeah? Big oak in the woods. Let's go.
- No! - Nynaeve!
Nynaeve!
No!
No. Laila. No. Laila.
I'm sorry. Oh.
Look at me. Look at me. Look at me.
There's too many.
Light give me strength.
Egwene.
Thank the Light.
My dad.
He needs help. Where...
Where's Nynaeve?
She's gone.
Can you help him?
Quick.
Perrin!
Perrin?
It's Trolloc poison.
You show up,
then these things the next day.
They're here for the same reason as I am.
For you.
For the four of you.
Twenty years ago,
there was a woman at the White Tower.
An Aes Sedai born with eyes so white,
she couldn't see anything.
Yet still she saw.
Glimpses of the turning of the Wheel.
The Dragon has been born again.
And it's one of you.
You've fully lost your mind.
Moiraine.
What are those?
The Dark One's army.
- More Trollocs. - Three hundred at least.
How did they get here so fast?
- Get the horses. - What? You can't leave.
You're coming with me.
The four of you.
Your life isn't going to be what you thought.
You've lived too long in these mountains,
pretending that what happens in the rest of the world
- won't affect you. - We can't just leave.
They're after you.
They will follow you.
And if you stay here, this is where they'll come.
They will leave nothing and no one standing,
and I can't do anything to stop them.
Our only chance is to reach the White Tower
and the other sisters of the Aes Sedai.
There's no time.
We leave now.
The Wheel of Time turns,
and Ages come and pass,
leaving memories that become legend.
Legend fades to myth,
and even myth is long forgotten
when the Age that gave it birth comes again.
In one Age...
a wind rose in the Mountains of Mist.
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.
Draw rein.
The town's just up there.
Would it not be a good idea to head inside some walls?
Walls won't stop Trollocs.
The only thing they fear is deep water.
No wonder they smell like piss.
Well, you've woken me then.
We need to cross the Taren, immediately.
Of course, mistress. Of course.
My son will be here soon, and then we can...
Twice that when we're safely on the other side.
What-what are they?
Servants of the Dark.
The rider is a Fade.
A Fade can force a Trolloc to do most things,
but they won't cross that river.
Come, we'll take you safely to the next town.
What? No. No! My family!
- There's no going back now, master. - My son is on his way already.
He'll be there in a moment.
You have to help me! We can't leave him!
If you go back,
you'll give them a way to follow us.
I can't allow it.
No. No!
It's the only way to get my son across!
The Whitecloaks are right.
You Aes Sedai...
you're monsters!
- Stop! - Don't!
- We need to help him. He's... - He's gone.
This will slow them, not stop them.
We can lose them before they reach another crossing,
but we need to move fast.
- Come on. - Come on.
Let's go.
We've lost them.
Come, we'll find a place to rest while we can.
Be careful, everyone. There are things more dangerous
than Trollocs in this world.
They need their strength.
So do you.
We need a plan.
You saw what Moiraine did to the ferryman.
What happens to us if we step out of line?
What happens if she's right?
If one of us is the, uh...
the Dragon Reborn?
The most powerful channeler that ever lived?
Moiraine said the Trollocs came for us.
And when we left, they did follow us.
Come on. Who even knows what the truth is?
They say the last Dragon broke the world,
but the next one will save it.
Well, I heard the Dragon's gonna have wings.
Looking around at you lot,
I don't see a feather.
Forget what you've heard about the Dragon.
For she or he will be all of those things
and none of them.
Now sleep. You're going to need it.
We leave at first light.
It's all right.
Come.
Sit.
Are you going to kill us, like you did that ferryman?
What do you know of the Three Oaths?
They're the promises
made by the Aes Sedai
to end Artur Hawkwing's siege of the White Tower.
And what are they?
To not kill,
- to not lie. - Exact verbiage.
Words are important, and how we use them is important.
I don't know.
One,
to speak no word that is not true.
Two, to make no weapon
with which one person may kill another.
Three,
never to use the One Power as a weapon,
except in the last extreme defense of her life
or the life of her Warder
or another Aes Sedai.
These oaths are bound by the One Power itself.
It's not that we do not break them,
it's that we cannot break them.
I did not kill that ferryman.
He wasted his own life on a foolish cause.
He was just trying to get to his family.
If I had allowed him to take his ferry and cross the river,
what would have happened?
The Power inside you
is the smallest part of your strength.
It's your mind and how you use it
that will mean much more in the battles to come.
The Power inside me?
What do you call it?
This skill that Wisdoms have to predict the weather?
They listen to the wind.
You see, women all over the world have different names for it.
But it's the same thing.
It's the same thing for all of us.
One thing.
One Power.
And women like you and I,
we are lucky enough to be able to touch it.
- I'm no Aes Sedai. - But you could be.
Touching the Source will come to you
whether you want it to or not.
Look at the stone.
Look at its surface.
It's clear and opaque,
like the water of a river.
Imagine yourself floating in that river.
As the water moves,
let it take you.
No thoughts.
Just let yourself drift.
Clear your mind of everything.
There are no woods.
There is no hunger,
no exhaustion.
There is only the stone
and the sound of rushing water.
Let it take you.
Surrender.
Let yourself drift.
Drift.
I thought...
I-I thought I felt something, but...
Those first two,
those were mine.
That last, that was yours
and yours alone.
- Laila! - Perrin!
Perrin.
Are you all right?
Do you think we'll ever go back?
Home?
No.
Whitecloaks.
Do not speak unless spoken to.
And try to answer any question as truthfully as you can.
Do not mention the White Tower or Aes Sedai.
I am a lady from a fallen house.
You are under my care.
Good afternoon.
If you would be so kind as to dismount your horses.
Are you headed to Whitebridge?
Yes, sir. I have a sister in the city
who we... hope will let us stay.
It's a dangerous time to be on the road.
War in the south.
The Aes Sedai heading in force from the White Tower.
Wars and witches don't concern us, sir.
We are just hoping to find
a safe place to settle for the night,
before the light fades.
Best be on your way then.
I'm sorry.
If you would indulge here a moment longer,
we have...
one of the Questioners with us today.
He will be thorough...
...but brief.
Search the horses.
They say the White Tower dispatched eight Sisters
to deal with Logain's army to the south.
They can't help but get their fingers
in others' business.
And those others usually end up dead.
I... Sorry, sir.
I have a wound.
The pain, it...
It's not healing well.
What happened to you?
You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
It was a monster, sir.
Eight feet tall, with a...
with a mouth like a boar. It, uh...
A group of them overtook the village we were in.
This was in the Borderlands?
No, sir. No. West of here. Near the Mountains of Mist.
Can I see your wound, madam?
Trollocs this far south.
The Dark One's eye is truly upon us.
What was the name of the town where you came from?
Taren Ferry.
There were many people hurt there.
Perhaps you can help them.
- Light be with you. - All clear, sir.
The Light is always with you.
It needs no instruction.
I will not forget your faces should we meet again.
Sir, I will take a contingent of Questioners south.
The woman said the Trollocs went west.
You are meant for battle.
We Questioners have a...
higher purpose.
You said you couldn't break the Three Oaths.
I can't.
You did today.
I did?
That Whitecloak, you lied to him.
You can heal that wound.
We can only heal others,
not ourselves.
It's why we usually travel together.
And you have a sister in Whitebridge?
All Aes Sedai are my sisters.
We will always tell the truth.
It just may not be the truth you think you hear.
So listen carefully.
We walk the footsteps of our fathers
The trail blazed by our mothers
They bought the land with their blood
Long ago
- Oh, sing - Sing of Manetheren
- Oh, weep - Weep for the blood of Aemon
- Oh, cry - Cry for Manetheren
Long ago
It's good to remember Manetheren.
It's just a song.
No idea who Manetheren is, anyway.
In the Old Tongue, "Manetheren" means "Mountain Home."
Used to be the name of the place you now call the Two Rivers.
During the Trolloc Wars,
the army of Manetheren was small but strong.
A thorn in the Dark One's hand.
So he sent the entirety of his forces to destroy it.
But when this massive host arrived,
the women and men of the Mountain Home stood before it,
the shallowest bend of the river at their backs,
ready to fight.
Their king, Aemon, like in the song,
had sent messages
to the neighbors they'd fought for in the past,
and they were promised aid if they could hold for three days.
And somehow, they did.
Against that monstrous host,
they held.
For an hour.
Then a second.
Then a third.
For three days, they fought.
And though the land became a butcher's yard,
no Trolloc crossed the river.
But on the third night,
no help had come.
So they fought on, alone.
For six days.
For nine.
And on the tenth day, they knew.
They knew no help was coming.
Queen Eldrene felt her husband die.
Driven by grief, she reached out
and she hurled the One Power at the Trolloc army.
A hurricane of fire washed across the land.
The Dark One's host ran like beasts,
but Eldrene had drawn more of the One Power
than any woman could ever hope to wield,
and it burnt her right through,
from the inside out.
But the children
and their minders, hidden in the mountains,
had been saved.
There was nothing left of their farms,
their villages or their great city.
But they returned,
and they held the land
that was theirs.
That is why the song says, "Weep."
"Weep." Weep for Manetheren.
Weep for what is lost forever.
We can rest here the night.
I haven't seen sign of Trollocs for days.
Perhaps it's how close we're skirting Shadar Logoth.
Is that purposeful?
It is too dangerous in the shadowed city.
We cannot go there.
That Whitecloak...
You think he's the one who killed the others?
Did you not see my sisters' rings?
Seven now.
He's not the only one who met a face he'll remember today.
Rest...
and, tomorrow, we'll figure out
where to find a Sister who can heal you.
We have to move. Up. Up.
Wake up. Hurry. They found us.
Moiraine. You have to wake up, Moiraine.
Carry her! She can't move.
We need to get her out of here.
Ride!
- Where? - East to Shadar Logoth.
- Easy, now. - What's happening?
- Easy, now. - I don't know. She just stopped.
Steady. Steady.
Bela, come on.
What is that?
Wait, look! The Trollocs.
Why are they all just standing there?
Come. The Trollocs won't follow us inside.
Listen.
There's no birds.
There's no bugs.
There's nothing.
- She's barely breathing. - Yeah.
We'll stay here.
She needs to be kept warm.
Oh, Moiraine.
Shadar Logoth.
Sounds like the Old Tongue.
It means "Shadow's Waiting."
But it was once called Aridhol.
During the Trolloc Wars,
it was the richest, most powerful city in the world.
But when the world needed them most,
they built their wall with no gate,
locked themselves inside
and let the other nations of man burn.
It was the people of this city who promised Manetheren aid.
And they were the ones who let them die.
When the Trolloc Wars ended,
the survivors came here,
to find food, shelter.
When they knocked, no one answered.
When they finally broke through the wall,
there was no one inside.
Ever since,
the city has been abandoned.
Not even Trollocs will step foot behind these walls.
Couple of things.
Um, one, that's...
more words than you've said all day.
Probably ever.
And, two...
why in Light's name did you bring us here?
Touch nothing.
Eat only the food you brought.
What is that?
No! No, wait!
It's all right. I'm here.
Where are we?
You've killed us all.
What in Light's name?
Let's get out of here.
Go!
I'll find you.
Come on! Rand, let's go!
Let's go.
There!
- Which way? - I don't know!
Here! Come on!
Come on!
Look!
- Hoist me up. - Why don't you hoist me up?
Come on.
Hurry.
Hurry!
Rand!
Rand, come on!
Now!
Rand!
Now!
Come on.
You ready?
Let's go.
We-we can't leave without them.
Pretty sure we can.
- Rand?! - Mat!
Rand!
Mat!