Aes Sedai Quotes

Come to think of it, an Aes Sedai would probably follow a man off a cliff, too, if only to explain to him - in detail - all the things he was doing incorrectly in the way he went about killing himself.

There was a wild light in his eyes. "Bring your lightnings, Aes Sedai. I will dance with them.

All men are ignorant, Aes Sedai. The topics of our ignorance may change, but the nature of the world is that no man may know everything.

Give me your trust, said the Aes Sedai. On my shoulders I support the sky. Trust me to know and to do what is best, And I will take care of the rest. But trust is the color of a dark seed growing. Trust is the color of a heart's blood flowing. Trust is the color of a soul's last breath. Trust is the color of death. Give me your trust said the queen on her throne, for I must bear the burden alone. Trust me to lead and to judge and to rule, and no man will think you a fool. But trust is the sound of the grave-dog's bark. Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark. Trust is the sound of a soul's last breath. Trust is the sound of death.

Bound by the Oath against lying, Aes Sedai [carry] the half-truth, the quarter-truth and the implication to arts.

Those clouds above formed a pattern that looked familiar. Black on white, white on black. It's the symbol, she realized with a start. The ancient symbol of the Aes Sedai. Under this sign...shall he conquer.

He was a soldier. He was a shepherd. He was a beggar, and a king. He was a farmer, gleeman, sailor, carpenter. He was born, lived, and died Aiel. He died mad, he died rotting, he died of sickness, accident, age. He was executed, and multitudes cheered his death. He proclaimed himself the Dragon Reborn and flung his banner across the sky; he ran from the Power and hid; he lived and died never knowing. He held off the madness and the sickness for years; he succumbed between two winters. Sometimes Moiraine came and took him away from the Two Rivers, alone or with those of his friends who had survived Winternight; sometimes she did not. Sometimes other Aes Sedai came for him. Sometimes Red Ajah. Egwene married him; Egwene, stern-faced in stole of Amyrlin Seat, led Aes Sedai who gentled him; Egwene, with tears in her eyes, plunged a dagger into his heart, and he thanked her as he died. He loved other women, married other women. Elayne, and Min, and a fair-haired farmer's daughter met on the road to Caemlyn, and women he had never seen before he lived those lives. A hundred lives. More. So many he could not count them. And at the end of every life, as he lay dying, as he drew his final breath, a voice whispered in his ear. I have won again, Lews Therin. Flicker.

Browns seek knowledge, Blues meddle in causes, and Whites consider the questions of truth with implacable logic. We all do some of it all, of course. But to be Green means to stand ready. In the Trolloc Wars, we were often called the Battle Ajah. All Aes Sedai helped where and when they could, but the Green Ajah alone was always with the armies, in almost every battle. We were the counter to the dreadlords. The Battle Ajah. And now we stand ready, for the Trollocs to come south again, for Tarmon Gai'don. the Last Battle. We will be there. That is what it means to be Green. -Alanna

The Amyrlin Seat has fallen," a nearby Aes Sedai cried amid the crystallized Sharans. "The Amyrlin Seat has fallen!

Hero! He was no hero! What did a hero get? An Aes Sedai patting you on the head before she sent you out like a hound to do it again. A noblewoman condescending to favor you with a kiss, or laying a flower on your grave.

People are people, low or high.

On a day of fire and blood, a tattered banner waved above Dumai’s Wells, bearing the ancient symbol of Aes Sedai. On a day of fire and blood and the One Power, as prophecy had suggested, the unstained tower, broken, bent knee to the forgotten sign. The first nine Aes Sedai swore fealty to the Dragon Reborn, and the world was changed forever.

The old blood is indeed still strong in the Two Rivers.

We are going to tickle some Aes Sedai under the chin, rescue a mule, and put a snip-nosed girl on the Lion Throne. Oh, yes. That’s Aviendha. Don’t look at her crosswise, or she’ll try to cut your throat and probably slit her own by mistake.

All men are ignorant, Aes Sedai,” Androl said. “The topics of our ignorance may change, but the nature of the world is that no man may know everything.

Anyone but Aes Sedai would have gaped at her. As it was, Romanda very nearly spluttered.

All women are Aes Sedai.

Girls say all sort of silly things. You watch after yourself, now. You leave me alone in this, and I'll wring your neck.

The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills,' was Moiraine’s reply. She stood in the doorway looking more Aes Sedai than he ever remembered her, ageless, with dark eyes that seemed ready to swallow him, slight and slender yet so regal she could have commanded a roomful of queens if she could not channel a spark. That blue stone on her forehead was catching the light again. 'You will do well, Rand.' He stared at the door long after it closed behind them.

I forget nothing, Aes Sedai,” Rand said coldly. “I said six could come, but I count nine. I said you would be on an equal footing with the Tower emissaries, and for bringing nine, you will be. They are on their knees, Aes Sedai. Kneel!

He could never get a straight answer from them regarding what Egwene’s status was currently. He’d heard rumors that she’d been imprisoned, no longer allowed to roam free as a novice. But getting information from an Aes Sedai was about as easy as churning rocks into butter!

Are you sure you want to come, Mat?” Rand asked. Mat shrugged and affected a grin, not a very confident one. “Who could pass up a chance to see bloody Rhuidean?” Egwene raised her eyebrows at him. “Oh, pardon my language, Aes Sedai. I’ve heard you say as bad, and for less cause, I’ll wager.

When she told Siuan as much, and her reasoning, the taller woman grunted sourly. “Well, I never wanted to be her friend, did I? I tell you, once I gain the shawl, if she ever tries to harm me again, I’ll make her pay.” “Oh, Siuan,” Moiraine laughed, “Aes Sedai do not go about harming one another.” But her friend would not be assuaged.

On a day of fire and blood, a tattered banner waved above Dumai's wells, bearing the ancient symbol of Aes Sedai. On a day of fire and blood and the one power, as prophecy had suggested, the unstained tower, broken, bent knee to the forgotten sign. The first nine Aes Sedai swore fealty to the Dragon Reborn, and the world was changed forever.

Could a Red be trusted to remember that he would be humankind's salvation while remembering what else he would be? The day suddenly seemed colder to Moiraine, for remembering.

Well, it was done, and that was that. What could not be cured must be endured.

Moiraine shivered at the thought, ridiculous as it was. If the new Amyrlin learned what she was up to... Inserting herself into secret plans, unbidden and unannounced, would not go unpunished.

They have no Aes Sedai touching the True Source to protect them. Blacksmith, perhaps the walls have weakened enough for the Dark One himself to touch events. Not with a free hand, or we'd be done already, but maybe tiny shiftings in the threads. A chance turning of one corner instead of another, a chance meeting, a chance word, or what seems like chance, and they could be so far under the Shadow not even Moiraine could bring them back.

No one denied that some misguided people believed the Dark One would give them immortality, people who would kill and do every sort of evil to gain that hoped-for reward. And if any sister could be Black Ajah, anyone she met could be a Darkfriend. She hoped Siuan remembered that.

Al’Akir and his Queen, el’Leanna, had Lan brought to them in his cradle. Into his infant hands they placed the sword of Malkieri kings, the sword he wears today. A weapon made by Aes Sedai during the War of Power, the War of the Shadow that brought down the Age of Legends. They anointed his head with oil, naming him Dai Shan, a Diademed Battle Lord, and consecrated him as the next King of the Malkieri, and in his name they swore the ancient oath of Malkieri kings and queens.” Agelmar’s face hardened, and he spoke the words as if he, too, had sworn that oath, or one much similar. “To stand against the Shadow so long as iron is hard and stone abides. To defend the Malkieri while one drop of blood remains. To avenge what cannot be defended.” The words rang in the chamber. “El’Leanna placed a locket around her son’s neck, for remembrance, and the infant, wrapped in swaddling clothes by the Queen’s own hand, was given over to twenty chosen from the King’s Bodyguard, the best swordsmen, the most deadly fighters. Their command: to carry the child to Fal Moran. “Then did al’Akir and el’Leanna lead the Malkieri out to face the Shadow one last time. There they died, at Herat’s Crossing, and the Malkieri died, and the Seven Towers were broken. Shienar, and Arafel, and Kandor, met the Halfmen and the Trollocs at the Stair of Jehaan and threw them back, but not as far as they had been. Most of Malkier remained in Trolloc hands, and year by year, mile by mile, the Blight has swallowed it.” Agelmar drew a heavyhearted breath. When he went on, there was a sad pride in his eyes and voice. “Only five of the Bodyguards reached Fal Moran alive, every man wounded, but they had the child unharmed. From the cradle they taught him all they knew. He learned weapons as other children learn toys, and the Blight as other children their mother’s garden. The oath sworn over his cradle is graven in his mind. There is nothing left to defend, but he can avenge. He denies his titles, yet in the Borderlands he is called the Uncrowned, and if ever he raised the Golden Crane of Malkier, an army would come to follow. But he will not lead men to their deaths. In the Blight he courts death as a suitor courts a maiden, but he will not lead others to it. “If you must enter the Blight, and with only a few, there is no man better to take you there, nor to bring you safely out again. He is the best of the Warders, and that means the best of the best.

It is time for you to go. Lan and I must be on our way to the Stone. There can be no waiting, now.” “No.” He said it quietly, but when Moiraine opened her mouth, he raised his voice. “No! I will not leave her!” The Aes Sedai took a deep breath. “Very well, Perrin.” Her voice was ice; calm, smooth, cold. “Remain if you wish. Perhaps you will survive this night. Lan!” She and the Warder strode down the hall to their rooms. In moments they returned, Lan wearing his color-changing cloak, and vanished down the stairs without another word to him. He stared through the open door at Faile. I have to do something. If it is like the wolf dreams. . . . “Perrin,” came Loial’s deep rumble, “what is this about Faile?” The Ogier came striding down the hall in his shirtsleeves, ink on his fingers and a pen in his hand. “Lan told me I had to go, and then he said something about Faile, in a trap. What did he mean?” Distractedly, Perrin told him what Moiraine had said. It might work. It might. It has to! He was surprised when Loial growled. “No! Perrin, it is not right! Faile was so free. It is not right to trap her!” Perrin peered up at Loial’s face, and suddenly remembered the old stories that claimed Ogier were implacable enemies. Loial’s ears had laid back along the sides of his head, and his broad face was as hard as an anvil. “Loial, I am going to try to help Faile. But I will be helpless myself while I do. Will you guard my back?” Loial raised those huge hands that held books so carefully, and his thick fingers curled as if to crush stone. “None will pass me while I live, Perrin. Not Myrddraal or the Dark One himself.” He said it like a simple statement of fact. Perrin nodded, and looked through the door again. It has to work. I don’t care if Min warned me against her or not! With a snarl he leaped toward Faile, stretching out his hand. He thought he touched her ankle before he was gone.

I am Lews Therin Telamon, the Dragon. I ruled these lands, unified, during the Age of Legends. I was leader of all the armies of the Light, I wore the Ring of Tamyrlin. I stood first among the Servants, highest of the Aes Sedai, and I could summon the Nine Rods of Dominion.” Rand stepped forward. “I held the loyalty and fealty of all seventeen Generals of Dawn’s Gate. Fortuona Athaem Devi Paendrag, my authority supersedes your own!” “Artur Hawkwing—” “My authority supersedes that of Hawkwing! If you claim rule by the name of he who conquered, then you must bow before my prior claim. I conquered before Hawkwing, though I needed no sword to do so. You are here on my land, Empress, at my sufferance!” Thunder broke in the distance.

The woman [Cadsuane] looked at the battered tea things as if she had all the time in the world. “Now you know,” she said at last, calm as ever, “that I know your future, and your present. The Light’s mercy fades to nothing for a man who can channel. Some see that and believe the Light denies those men. I do not. Have you begun to hear voices, yet?” “What do you mean?” he asked slowly. He could feel Lews Therin listening. [...] “Some men who can channel begin to hear voices.” She spoke almost absently, frowning at the flattened sphere of silver and gold. “It is a part of the madness. Voices conversing with them, telling them what to do.” The teapot drifted gently to the floor by her feet. “Have you heard any?” [...] “I will ask the questions,” Rand said firmly. “You seem to forget. I am the Dragon Reborn.” You are real, aren’t you? he wondered. There was no answer. Lews Therin? Sometimes the man did not answer, but Aes Sedai always drew him. Lews Therin? He was not mad; the voice was real, not imagination. Not madness. A sudden desire to laugh did not help. Cadsuane sighed. “You are a young man who has little idea where he is going or why, or what lies ahead. You seem overwrought. Perhaps we can speak when you are more settled. Have you any objection to my taking Merana and Annoura away for a little while? I’ve seen neither in quite some time.” Rand gaped at her. She swooped in, insulted him, threatened him, casually announced she knew about the voice in his head, and with that she wanted to leave and talk with Merana and Annoura? Is she mad? Still no answer from Lews Therin. The man was real. He was! “Go away,” he said. “Go away, and...” He was not mad. “All of you, get out! Get out!” [...] Finally they were all gone, and he was alone. Alone. Convulsively he hurled the Dragon Scepter. The spear-point stuck quivering in the back of one the chairs, the tassels swaying. “I am not mad,” he said to the empty room. Lews Therin had told him things; he would never have escaped Galina’s chest without the dead man’s voice. But he had used the Power before he ever heard the voice; he had figured out how to call lightning and hurl fire and form a construct that had killed hundreds of Trollocs. But then, maybe that had been Lews Therin, like those memories of climbing trees in a plum orchard, and entering the Hall of the Servants, and a dozen more that crept up on him unawares. And maybe those memories were all fancies, mad dreams of a mad mind, just like the voice.

Dark-eyed Lira reached Lan only moments before Bukama, the pair of them gently parting slashes in his clothes to examine his injuries. She shivered delicately as each was revealed, but she discussed whether an Aes Sedai should be sent for to give Healing and how much stitching was needed in as calm a tone as Bukama, and disparagingly dismissed his hand on the needle in favor of her own. Mistress Arovni stalked about, holding her skirts up out of patches of bloody mud, glaring at the corpses littering her stableyard, complaining in a loud voice that gangs of footpads would never be wandering in daylight if the Watch was doing its job. The Domani woman who had stared at Lan inside agreed just as loudly, and for her pains received a sharp command from the innkeeper to fetch the Watch, along with a shove to start her on her way. It was a measure of Mistress Arovni’s shock that she treated one of her patrons so, a measure of everyone’s shock that the Domani woman went running without complaint. The innkeeper began organizing men to drag the bodies out of sight.

Tumad aveva il comando della scorta, come accadeva la maggior parte dei giorni in cui Bashere non aveva mansioni più importanti da affidare al giovane tenente. Bashere lo stava istruendo. Riusciva a pensare con chiarezza e vedere al di là di ciò che gli stava di fronte: era destinato a un rango elevato, se fosse vissuto abbastanza. Un uomo alto, anche se più basso di un paio di palmi rispetto a Bael, oggi il malumore campeggiava sul suo volto come un secondo naso. «Cosa ti turba, Tumad?» «L'Aiel aveva ragione, mio signore.» Tumad diede un rabbioso strattone alla sua spessa barba nera con un pugno guantato. «Questi Andorani sputano ai nostri piedi. Non mi piace dovermi allontanare mentre ci fanno le boccacce.» Be', era ancora giovane. «Trovi la nostra situazione noiosa, forse?» rise Bashere. «Hai bisogno di più eccitazione? Tenobia è solo cinquanta leghe a nord di qui, e se si può fare affidamento sulle dicerie, ha portato con sé Ethenielle di Kandor e Paitar di Arafel, e perfino quello Shienarese, Easar. Tutta la potenza delle Marche di Confine viene a cercarci, Tumad. Neanche a quegli Andorani giù nel Murandy piace che noi ci troviamo nell'Andor, stando a quanto ho udito, e se quell'esercito di Aes Sedai che stanno affrontando non li riduce in pezzi, o se non l'ha già fatto, potrebbero venire a cercarci. E se è per questo porrebbero farlo anche le Aes Sedai, presto o tardi. Abbiamo cavalcato per il Drago Rinato, e non riesco a immaginare nessuna Sorella che possa dimenticarsene. E poi ci sono i Seanchan, Tumad. Pensi davvero che non li incontreremo più? Verranno da noi, o noi dovremo andare da loro; o l'uno o l'altro, è sicuro. Voi giovani non riconoscete l'eccitazione nemmeno quando vi striscia tra i baffi!»

glory.” “Use me?” The memory returned to him of thinking that, but about Rand, that the Aes Sedai meant to use Rand, not him. They’ve no bloody use for me. Light, they can’t have! “What do you mean? I’m no one important. I am no use to anyone but myself. What kind of glory?” “I knew that would pull you. You, above all.” Her smile made his head spin. He scrubbed a hand through his hair. The blanket slipped, and he caught it hastily before it could fall. “Now listen, they are not interested in me.” What about me sounding the Horn? “I am just a farmer.” Maybe they think I’m tied to Rand in some way. No, Verin said. . . . He was not sure what Verin had said, or Moiraine, but he thought most Aes Sedai knew nothing at all about Rand. He wanted to keep it that way, at least until he was a long way gone. “Just a simple country man. I only want to see a little of the world and go back to my da’s farm.” What does she mean, glory? Selene shook her head as if she had heard his thoughts. “You are more important than you yet know. Certainly more important than these so-called Aes Sedai know. You can have glory, if you know enough not to trust them.” “You certainly sound as if you don’t trust them.” So-called? A thought came to him, but he could not manage to say it. “Are you a . . . ? Are you . . . ?” It was not the kind of thing you accused someone of. “A Darkfriend?” Selene said mockingly. She sounded amused, not angered. She sounded contemptuous. “One of those pathetic followers of Ba’alzamon who think he will give them immortality and power? I follow no one. There is one man I could stand beside, but I do not follow.” Mat laughed nervously. “Of course not.” Blood and ashes, a Darkfriend wouldn’t name herself Darkfriend. Probably has a poisoned knife, if she is. He had a vague memory of a woman dressed as one nobly born, a Darkfriend with a deadly dagger in her slender hand. “That wasn’t what I meant at all. You look. . . . You look like a queen. That’s what I meant. Are you a Lady?” “Mat, Mat, you must learn to trust me. Oh, I will use you, too—you have too suspicious a nature, especially since carrying that dagger, for me to deny it—but my use will gain you wealth, and power, and glory. I will not compel you. I have always believed men perform better if convinced rather than forced.

As a novice, she understood things that most Aes Sedai had never learned -- or had forgotten the moment they took the shawl. How to be humble when necessary, how to take a punishment, how to know when you needed to learn rather than pretend you already knew.

A good thing the taste of that tea made me suspicious. Imagine trying to feed forkroot to someone who knows herbs as well as I do.” “Schemes within schemes,” Melaine murmured. “The Great Serpent is a good sign for you Aes Sedai, I think. Someday you may swallow yourselves by accident.

Father,” he said finally, “I don’t understand why the Council had to question Padan Fain.” With an effort he took his eyes off the woods and looked across Bella at Tam. “It seems to me, the decision you reached could have been made right on the spot. The Mayor frightened everybody half out of their wits, talking about Aes Sedai and the false Dragon here in the Two Rivers.” “People are funny, Rand. The best of them are. Take Haral Luhhan. Master Luhhan is a strong man, and a brave one, but he can’t bear to see butchering done. Turns pale as a sheet.” “What does that have to do with anything? Everybody knows Master Luhhan can’t stand the sight of blood, and nobody but the Coplins and the Congars thinks anything of it.” “Just this, lad. People don’t always think or behave the way you might believe they would. Those folk back there…let the hail beat their crops into the mud, and the wind take off every roof in the district, and the wolves kill half their livestock, and they’ll roll up their sleeves and start from scratch. They’ll grumble, but they won’t waste any time with it. But you give them just the thought of Aes Sedai and a false Dragon in Ghealdan, and soon enough they’ll start thinking that Ghealdan is not that far the other side of the Forest of Shadows, and a straight line from Tar Valon to Ghealdan wouldn’t pass that much to the east of us. As if the Aes Sedai wouldn’t take the road through Caemlyn and Lugard instead of traveling cross-country! By tomorrow morning half the village would have been sure the entire war was about to descend on us. It would take weeks to undo. A fine Bel Tine that would make. So Bran gave them the idea before they could get it themselves. They’ve seen the Council take the problem under construction, and by now they’ll be hearing what we decided. They chose us for the Village Council because they trust we can reason things out in the best way for everybody. They trust our opinions. Even Cenn’s, which doesn’t say much for the rest of us, I suppose. At any rate, they will hear there isn’t anything to worry about, and they’ll believe it. It is not that they couldn’t reach the same conclusion, or would not, eventually, but this way we won’t have Festival ruined, and nobody has to spend weeks worrying about something that isn’t likely to happen. If it does against all odds…well, the patrols will give us enough warning to do what we can.

Old stories, those,” Thom Merrilin said, and abruptly he was juggling three colored balls with each hand. “Stories from the Age before the Age of Legends, some say. Perhaps even older. But I have all stories, mind you now, of the Ages that were and will be. Ages when men ruled the heavens and the stars, and Ages when man roamed as brother to the animals. Ages of wonder, and Ages of horror. Ages ended by fire raining from the skies, and Ages doomed by snow and ice covering land and sea. I have all stories, and I will tell all stories. Tales of Mosk the Giant, with his Lance of Fire that could reach around the world, and his wars with Elsbet, the Queen of All. Tales of Materese the Healer, Mother of the Wondrous Ind.” The balls now danced between Thom’s hands in two intertwining circles. His voice was almost a chant, and he turned slowly as he spoke, as if surveying the onlookers to gauge his effect. “I will tell you of the end of the Age of Legends, of the Dragon, and his attempt to free the Dark One into the world of men. I will tell you of the Time of Madness, when Aes Sedai shattered the world; of the Trolloc Wars, when men battled Trollocs for rule of the earth; of the War of a Hundred Years, when men battled men and the nations of our day were wrought. I will tell the adventures of men and women, rich and poor, great and small, proud and humble.

The Warder seldom let himself get far from the Aes Sedai’s side.

Avendesora,” Moiraine murmured, resting her hand on a trefoil leaf in the stonework. Rand scanned the carving; that was the only leaf of its kind he could find. “The leaf of the Tree of Life is the key,” the Aes Sedai said, and the leaf came away in her hand.

Deja que alguien sepa que lo necesitas, Min, y te tendrá agarrado. Con una correa, para llevarte hacia donde quiera. No pondré un dogal en mi propia garganta por ninguna Aes Sedai. ¡Ni por nadie!

Aes Sedai, Asha’man, Aiel, vuestros ojos, ese martillo ¡y ahora esto! ¿Quién sois?

Decidió ir a ver cómo marchaban las cosas con las Aes Sedai. Los leopardos se las habían recordado.

—¡Bah! —Cadsuane recogió la labor y se puso a coser delicadamente. Estaba bordando un antiguo símbolo Aes Sedai, el Colmillo del Dragón y la Llama de Tar Valon fundidos en un disco, negro y blanco separado por una línea sinuosa

Fui ascendida al chal por Egwene al’Vere, la Amyrlin a la que afirmáis servir. Si negáis que Nynaeve y yo somos Aes Sedai, entonces negáis a la Sede Amyrlin que nos envió a encontrar el Cuenco de los Vientos, cosa que hemos hecho. ¡No lo admitiré! Te lo advierto, Merilille Ceandevin. ¡Acata la voluntad de la Sede Amyrlin o seré yo quien te someta a juicio como una rebelde traidora!

Nunca debía olvidar que había todo un mundo al otro lado de los muros de la Torre Blanca, y que el propósito de las Aes Sedai era servir a ese mundo.

¿Alguna vez vas a dejar de tratarme con esa afectación, Cadsuane Sedai? —preguntó Rand—. ¿Por qué sigues llamándome «chico»? Ya no me molesta, pero resulta extraño. El día que morí en la Era de Leyenda tenía más de cuatrocientos años. Supongo que debes de ser varias décadas más joven que yo, por lo menos. Mi comportamiento contigo es respetuoso. Tal vez lo correcto sería que me dieses el mismo trato. Si lo deseas, puedes llamarme Rand Sedai. Que yo sepa, soy el único Aes Sedai vivo que fue ascendido como es debido y que nunca se pasó a la Sombra.

Give me your trust, said the Aes Sedai.?On my shoulders I support the sky.?Trust me to know and to do what is best,?And I will take care of the rest.?But trust is the color of a dark seed growing.?Trust is the color of a heart’s blood flowing.?Trust is the color of a soul’s last breath.?Trust is the color of death. “Aes Sedai?” a plump young woman said contemptuously to his question. She was pretty, and he might have tried for a bit of kiss and cuddle in different circumstances. “Halima’s just Delana Sedai’s secretary. Always teasing the men, she is. Like a child with a new toy; teasing just to see if she can. She’d be in hot water to her neck ten times over if Delana didn’t protect her.” Give me your trust, said the queen on her throne,?for I must bear the burden all alone.?Trust me to lead and to judge and to rule,?and no man will think you a fool.?But trust is the sound of the gravedog’s bark.?Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark.?Trust is the sound of a soul’s last breath.?Trust is the sound of death. Maybe he had been mistaken.

Como Egwene se había temido. ¡Luz! Había arrastrado a Gawyn a aquello. Había conducido al ejército al desastre. Apretó los ojos con fuerza. Había llevado a la Torre Blanca a su destrucción. Sus padres serían brutalmente asesinados. Dos Ríos ardería. Tendría que haber sido más fuerte. Tendría que haber sido más lista. «No.» Los seanchan no habían conseguido quebrantarla, y éstos tampoco lo lograrían. Egwene abrió los ojos y le sostuvo la mirada a la sharaní a la suave luz azul. Luchó con las emociones para dominarlas y alcanzar la serenidad; la impasibilidad Aes Sedai la envolvió.

There, holding to his father, the Dragon Reborn began to weep. The gathered Aes Sedai, Tairens and Aiel watched solemnly. None shuffled or turned away. Rand squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m sorry, Father,” he whispered. Min could barely hear. “I’m so sorry.” “It’s all right, son. It’s all right.

You Aes Sedai always think men are fools. Quite often, they are not. More often than you think, at least. Take a care with these Asha’man. Mazrim Taim is far from a fool, and I think he is a very dangerous man.

Soy Lews Therin Telamon, el Dragón. Yo goberné estas tierras, unificadas durante la Era de Leyenda. Yo era el cabecilla de todos los ejércitos de la Luz. Yo llevaba el anillo de Tamyrlin. Yo era Primero entre los Siervos, el de mayor rango en la jerarquía de los Aes Sedai, con poder para invocar los Nueve Cetros del Dominio. —Rand avanzó un paso. »Me debían lealtad y fidelidad la totalidad de los diecisiete generales de la Puerta del Alba. ¡Fortuona Athamen Devi Paendrag, mi autoridad excede la vuestra!

—Egwene al’Vere puede sumirse en el pesar —replicó Egwene al tiempo que se ponía de pie—. Egwene al’Vere ha perdido al hombre que amaba y lo sintió morir a través del vínculo. La Amyrlin se compadece de ella, como se compadecería de cualquier Aes Sedai que afrontara semejante pérdida. Pero, ante la Última Batalla, la Amyrlin esperaría que esa mujer sacara fuerzas de flaqueza y volviera a la batalla.

We are always more afraid than we wish to be, but we can always be braver than we expect. Hold on to your heart, and the Aes Sedai cannot harm what is really you, your heart.

On a day of fire and blood, a tattered banner waved above Dumai’s Wells, bearing the ancient symbol of Aes Sedai. On a day of fire and blood and the One Power, as prophecy had suggested, the unstained tower, broken, bent knee to the forgotten sign. The first nine Aes Sedai swore fealty to the Dragon Reborn, and the world was changed forever.

I should have known you would be a king,” she said quietly. Her eyes were steady on the Warder’s face, but her voice trembled slightly. Lan looked back at her just as intently. It seemed to Rand that the Warder’s face actually softened. “I am not a king, Nynaeve. Just a man. A man without as much to his name as even the meanest farmer’s croft.” Nynaeve’s voice steadied. “Some women don’t ask for land, or gold. Just the man.” “And the man who would ask her to accept so little would not be worthy of her. You are a remarkable woman, as beautiful as the sunrise, as fierce as a warrior. You are a lioness, Wisdom.” “A Wisdom seldom weds.” She paused to take a deep breath, as if steeling herself. “But if I go to Tar Valon, it may be that I will be something other than a Wisdom.” “Aes Sedai marry as seldom as Wisdoms. Few man can live with so much power in a wife, dimming them by her radiance whether she wishes to or not.” “Some men are strong enough. I know one such.” If there could have been any doubt, her look left none as to whom she meant. “All I have is a sword, and a war I cannot win, but can never stop fighting.

Ishamael (ih-SHAH-may-EHL): In the Old Tongue, “Betrayer of Hope.” One of the Forsaken. Name given to the leader of the Aes Sedai who went over to the Dark One in the War of the Shadow. It is said that even he forgot his true name. See also Forsaken.

While Spirit was found equally in men and in women, great ability with Earth and/or Fire was found much more often among men; with Water and/or Air among women. There were exceptions, but it was so often so that Earth and Fire came to be regarded as male Powers, Air and Water as female. Generally, no ability is considered stronger than any other, though there is a saying among Aes Sedai: “There is no rock so strong that water and wind cannot wear it away, no fire so fierce that water cannot quench it or wind snuff it out.” It should be noted this saying came into use long after the last male Aes Sedai was dead. Any equivalent saying among male Aes Sedai is long lost.

Forsaken, the: Name given to thirteen of the most powerful Aes Sedai ever known, who went over to the Dark One during the War of the Shadow in return for the promise of immortality. According to both legend and fragmentary records, they were imprisoned along with the Dark One when his prison was resealed. Their names are still used to frighten children.

¡No! Egwene respiró hondo, enderezó los hombros y se sentó erguida en la silla. Ella era la legítima Amyrlin, pese a lo que la Antecámara hubiera creído que conseguía cuando la habían ascendido, y tenía que mantener viva la rebelión contra Elaida para tener alguna esperanza de cerrar la brecha abierta en la Torre. Si conseguirlo requería una simulación de negociaciones, no sería la primera vez que las Aes Sedai habían fingido apuntar hacia un objetivo cuando su blanco era otro. Haría lo que fuera necesario para mantener viva la rebelión y derrocar a Elaida. Lo que fuera necesario.

Entonces ¿por qué no tenía miedo? Toqueteó el anillo de la Gran Serpiente. O eso intentó; se encontró con que había desaparecido. La rabia llameó al rojo vivo dentro de ella. Podrían matarla, pero no le negarían que era una Aes Sedai.

sentir pena, la horcaria no le estaba atenuando las emociones. Entonces ¿por qué no tenía miedo? Toqueteó el anillo de la Gran Serpiente. O eso intentó; se encontró con que había desaparecido. La rabia llameó al rojo vivo dentro de ella. Podrían matarla, pero no le negarían que era una Aes Sedai.

¡Siuan! —llamó Lelaine con un matiz de irritación en la voz—. Date prisa. Y no quiero oír más supersticiones tontas sobre el cielo, lo digo en serio. —La alta Aes Sedai se dio media vuelta y siguió pasarela adelante. «¿Supersticiones? —pensó Siuan, indignada—. La experiencia adquirida a lo largo de mil generaciones de pescadores no es superstición. ¡Es sentido común!»

Éramos cinco, pero uno murió defendiendo a su Aes Sedai. Recordad su nombre. Eben Hopwil. ¡Recordadlo!

»Mi objetivo en esta prueba era demostrar que merecía ser Aes Sedai. Bien, pues, puedo argumentar que las vidas de la gente que vi eran más importantes que alcanzar ese título. Si perderlo es lo que se exige por salvar la vida a alguien, y si no hay otras consecuencias, lo haría de nuevo. Siempre. Negarme a salvarlos no sería en aras de un bien mayor; sólo sería un acto de egoísmo.

—Oh, Min, ¿qué haría sin ti? La joven resopló con sorna antes de responder: —Te siguen reyes y jefes Aiel, así como Aes Sedai, Asha’man y ta’veren. Estoy convencida de que te arreglarías muy bien. —No. Tú eres más imprescindible para mí que todos ellos juntos. Me recuerdas quién soy. Además, sabes pensar con más claridad que la mayoría de quienes se llaman a sí mismos mis consejeros. Si quisieras, serías una reina. —Sólo te quiero a ti, pedazo de idiota.

La Torre Negra es un sueño —contestó él, sosteniéndole la mirada a la Aes Sedai—. Un refugio para hombres con capacidad de encauzar, un lugar que nos pertenece, donde no tenemos que sentir miedo ni huir ni ser odiados. Eso no pienso entregárselo a Taim por las buenas. No renunciaré a ello.

—Y mañana un día aún más largo —respondió Egwene—. Venga, coliguémonos. Te prestaré mi fuerza. —Madre... —Nynaeve parecía consternada. —Eres mejor Curadora que yo. —Egwene sonrió—. Seré la Amyrlin, Nynaeve, pero sigo siendo Aes Sedai. Sirviente de todos. Mi fuerza te será útil.

Rand spun on his heel. He did not look at the Aes Sedai as he passed them. “You will not channel around me,” he said firmly. “Let it go.

En fin, un hombre al que le regalaban una hogaza no debería protestar porque faltasen algunas migas; sin embargo, entre Aes Sedai y seanchan, gholam siguiéndolo, viejos metiendo las narices en sus asuntos y chicas flacas observándolo, bastaba para que a cualquiera le diese un soponcio.

—Si no le haces caso, Joline Maza, entonces me lo harás a mí. —Puesta en jarras, Setalle se enfrentó a la esbelta Aes Sedai; sus ojos avellanados echaban chispas—. ¡Me propongo verte de vuelta en la Torre Blanca aunque para ello tengo que llevarte a empujones todo el camino! Quizás en el camino me demostrarás que sabes lo que significa ser Aes Sedai. Me conformaría con un atisbo de mujer adulta. ¡Hasta ahora, lo único que he visto es a una novicia gimoteando en la cama y teniendo pataletas!

—Uno de esos sa’angreal está hecho para una mujer —adujo fríamente—. ¿Quién propones que lo utilice? ¿O es que esas llaves te permiten hacer uso de ambas por ti mismo? —Nynaeve se coligará conmigo. —Confiaba en Nynaeve para coligarse, y en nadie más. Era Aes Sedai, pero había sido la Zahorí de Campo de Emond; tenía que confiar en ella. La mujer le sonrió y asintió firmemente; la barbilla había dejado de temblarle—. No intentéis impedírmelo, Cadsuane.

—¿Lo llevarás a cabo aquí? —preguntó la Aes Sedai. —En Shadar Logoth —contestó Rand, y ella asintió. —Un lugar apropiado —dijo—, si es que vamos a correr el riesgo de destruir el mundo.

Si las cosas salían como quería, Nynaeve al’Meara se convertiría en la consejera Aes Sedai de la próxima reina de Andor.

You were right about your Bela, Rand," Moiraine said from where she stood by the mare. "She has a good heart, and as much stubbornness as the rest of you Two Rivers folk. Strange as it seems, she may be the least weary of all.

In the Age of Legends," Moiraine went on, "some Aes Sedai could fan life and health to flame if only the smallest spark remained. Those days are gone, though-perhaps forever. So much was lost; not just the making of angreal. So much that could be done which we dare not even dream of, if we remember it at all. There are far fewer of us now. Some talents are all but gone, and many that remain seem weaker. Now there must be both will and strength for the body to draw on, or even the strongest of us can do nothing in the way of Healing. It is fortunate, that your father is a strong man, both in body and spirit. As it is, he used up much of his strength in the fight for life, but all that is left now is for him to recuperate. That will take time, but the taint is gone.

Rand thought his spirits had sunk as low as they possibly could, but at that they slid deeper. "There is a place of safety," Moiraine said softly, and Rand's ears pricked up to listen. "In Tar Valon you would be among Aes Sedai and Warders. Even during the Trolloc Wars the forces of the Dark One feared to attack the Shining Walls. The one attempt was their greatest defeat until the very end. And Tar Valon holds all the knowledge we Aes Sedai have gathered since the Time of Madness. Some fragments even date from the Age of Legends. In Tar Valon, if anywhere, you will be able to learn why the Myrddraal want you. Why the Father of Lies wants you. That I can promise.

But be careful, boy. Aes Sedai do what they do for reasons of their own, and they aren't always the reasons others think.

I'll pay any price in my power if you help him. Anything." "Any price," Moiraine mused, half to herself. "We will speak of prices later, Rand, if at all. I can make no promises. Your Wisdom knows what she is about. I will do what I can, but it is beyond my power to stop the Wheel from turning.

Death comes sooner or later to everyone," the Warder said grimly, "unless they serve the Dark One, and only fools are willing to pay that price.

Death comes sooner or later to everyone, unless they serve the Dark One, and only fools are willing to pay that price.", the Warder said grimly.

Only once did anyone speak loudly enough for Rand to hear clearly. "You must handle it," Moiraine said in answer to something unheard from Lan. "He will remember too much as it is, and no help for it. If I stand out in his thoughts...

It's good enough. It has to be, doesn't it? You see, lad, Aes Sedai are tricksome. They don't lie, not right out, but the truth an Aes Sedai tells you is not always the truth you think it is. You take care around her." "I've heard the stories," Rand retorted. "I'm not a child.

—Olvidas quiénes somos. Ellas te han maltratado, pero nosotras... —No olvido nada, Aes Sedai —la atajó de nuevo, cortante—. Dije que podíais venir seis, pero cuento nueve. También dije que estaríais en igualdad de condiciones con las emisarias de la Torre. Por venir nueve, así será. Están de rodillas, Aes Sedai, de modo que ¡arrodillaos!

En un día de fuego y sangre, una bandera hecha jirones, con el antiguo símbolo Aes Sedai, ondeó sobre los pozos de Dumai. En un día de fuego y sangre y de Poder Único, como habían apuntado las profecías, la torre impoluta, rota, hincó la rodilla ante el símbolo olvidado. Las primeras nueve Aes Sedai juraron lealtad al Dragón Renacido, y el mundo cambió para siempre.

Despite their numbers, the crowd did not come close to filling the square. Along the edges people jostled each other in a milling mass, all going about their day’s business, but closer to the Tower grounds there were ever fewer people, until a band of bare paving stones at least fifty paces wide bordered the tall white walls. Aes Sedai were respected and more in Tar Valon, of course, and the Amyrlin Seat ruled the city as she ruled the Aes Sedai, but few wanted to be closer to Aes Sedai power than they had to. There was a difference between being proud of a grand fireplace in your hall and walking into the flames.

Siuan, el método de las Aes Sedai no es el único, y no siempre ha sido el ideal. Tengo intención de que hagamos las cosas del mejor modo posible, y quienquiera que no aprenda a cambiar o no quiera hacerlo, más le vale que aprenda a aguantarse.

Niall nodded grimly. There had been no male Aes Sedai since the Breaking of the World, but the women who still claimed that title were bad enough. They prated of their Three Oaths: to speak no word that was not true, to make no weapon for one man to kill another, to use the One Power as a weapon only against Darkfriends or Shadowspawn. But now they had showed those oaths for the lies they were. He had always known no one could want the power they wielded except to challenge the Creator, and that meant to serve the Dark One.

The inn where she had a small room was called The Gates of Heaven...

Everyone had believed Cadsuane Melaidhrin dead somewhere in retirement until she reappeared at the start of the Aiel War, and a good many sisters probably wished her truly in her grave. Cadsuane was a legend, a most uncomfortable thing to have alive and staring at you. Half the tales about her came close to impossibility, while the rest were beyond it, even among those that had proof.

Vamos a hacer cosquillas a unas Aes Sedai, a rescatar a una mula y a sentar a una mocosa engreída en el Trono del León.

You won't want to be standing when you hear what I have to say. For that matter, I bloody well don't want to be standing myself.

No one knows you are here at all, Siuan,' she said. 'Best if it stays so. You have your book? Good.

When the door creaked slowly open in the dark hours of morning, Moiraine embraced the Source in a flash. Saidar filled her to the point where the sweetness and joy came close to pain. Not as much of the Power as she would be able to handle in another year, much less five, yet a hair more would burn the ability out of her now, or kill her. One was as bad as the other, but she wanted to draw more, and not just because the Power always made you want more. Cadsuane put her head in. Moiraine had forgotten her promise, her threat. Cadsuane saw the glow, of course, could feel how much she held. 'Fool girl,' was all the woman said before leaving.

Learning anything proved to be difficult. Impossible. First the men were busy setting up camp, tending the horses, making a larger fire. They did not seem eager to face a new spring night without that.

Every man has to die somewhere,' he said softly, and went off to make up his blankets.

—Moraine Damodred —dijo formalmente—, se te convoca a la prueba para alcanzar el chal de Aes Sedai. Que la Luz vele por ti y te preserve sana y salva.

pero, a medida que Tar Valon y la Torre empequeñecían en la distancia, lo único que experimentó Moraine fue una desbordante sensación de libertad y excitación. Ahora ya no podían sentarla en el Trono del Sol. Para cuando la Antecámara la encontrara, otra persona lo habría ocupado ya. Y había salido en busca del niño. Se había embarcado en una aventura tan grandiosa como cualquiera que hubiese emprendido jamás una Aes Sedai.