Aiel Quotes

From the time an Aiel boy becomes a man he will not sing anything but battle chants, or their dirge for the slain. I have heard them singing over their dead, and over those they have killed. That song is one to make the stones weep.

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.

Limping to the foot of the bed, he lowered himself into the chest there and laid Callandor across his knees, bloody hands resting on the glowing blade. With that in his hands, even one of the Forsaken would fear him. In a moment he would send for Moiraine to Heal his wounds. In a moment he would speak to the Aiel outside, and become the Dragon Reborn again. But for now, he only wanted to sit, and remember a shepherd named Rand al’Thor.

how could you possibly look ten women in the face and ask why they had gotten you drunk and made a game of taking your clothes off and putting you to bed?

Almost everyone stopped when he did, but Enaila and Jalani exchanged glances and kept on right past him toward the garden. He raised his voice a fraction and hardened it considerably more. “The Maidens here will come with me. Anyone who wants to put on a dress and discuss matchmaking can stay behind.” .................................. Bashere motioned, and one of the younger Saldaeans loped ahead in that rolling stride of a man more used to a saddle. “A man must know when to retreat from a woman,” Bashere said to the air, “but a wise man knows that sometimes he must stand and face her.” “Young men,” Bael said indulgently. “A young man chases shadows and runs from moonlight, and in the end he stabs himself in the foot with his own spear.” Some of the other Aiel chuckled, Maidens and Knife Hands alike. The older ones did. Irritated, Rand looked over his shoulder again. “Neither of you would look well in a dress.” Surprisingly, the Maidens and Knife Hands laughed again, more loudly. Maybe he was getting a grip on Aiel humor.

There was ji in caring for those who could not care for themselves.

The Seanchan in the room seemed stunned that Mat had suddenly stripped to the waist. He did not see why, They had servants that wore much less. Light, but they did. "I'm tempted to do the same as you," Min muttered, grabbing the front of her dress. Mat Froze, then sputtered. He must have swallowed a fly or something. "Burn me," he said, throwing on the shirt he dug out of the bundle. "I'll give you a hundred Tar Valon marks if you do it, just so I can tell the story." That earned him a glare, through he did not know why. She was the one talking about striding about like a bloody Aiel Maiden on her way to the sweat tent. Min did not do it, and he was almost sad. Almost. He had to be careful around Min. He was certain that a smile in the wrong place would earn him a knifing not only from her, but from Tuon, and Mat was much happier with only one knife stuck on him at a time.

Life was only a dream, and all dreams had to end. Aiel

To the Aiel, it was not a war; it was an execution.

We all wake from the dream one day,” Gaul said gently, “but if she still dreams, we will find her. But if Aiel took her, we must go. They will move quickly. Even in . . . this.” He put considerable disgust in the word, kicking at a clod of snow.

Two Rivers, craftsmen were revered. And their marksmen were the best the world knew. An elite group of Two Rivers men, armed with the new firing sticks men were calling rifles, served with the Aiel in their peacekeeping campaigns in Shara. It was the only place war was known in

Among Aiel, men do not sing, you know. Isn’t that strange? From the time an Aiel boy becomes a man he will not sing anything but battle chants, or their dirge for the slain. I have heard them singing over their dead, and over those they have killed. That song is one to make the stones weep.

Life is a dream—that knows no shade. Life is a dream—of pain and woe. A dream from which—we pray to wake. A dream from which—we wake and go. Who would sleep—when the new dawn waits? Who would sleep—when the sweet winds blow? A dream must end—when the new day comes. This dream from which—we wake and go.

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.

What does ‘sister-wife’ mean?” she asked hesitantly. “That you have the same husband.” Aviendha frowned at the way Egwene gasped and Nynaeve’s eyes opened as wide as they would go. Elayne had been half-expecting the answer, but she still found herself fussing with skirts that were perfectly straight. “This is not your custom?” the Aiel woman asked. “No,” Egwene said faintly. “No, it is not.” “But you and Elayne care for one another as first-sisters. What would you have done had one of you been unwilling to step aside for Rand al’Thor? Fight over him? Let a man damage the ties between you? Would it not have been better if you both had married him, then?

Far Dareis Mai (FAHR DAH-rize MY): Literally “Maidens of the Spear.” A warrior society of the Aiel, which, unlike any of the others, admits women and only women. A Maiden may not marry and remain in the society, nor may she fight while carrying a child. Any child born to a Maiden is given to another woman to raise, in such a way that no one knows who the child’s mother was. (“You may belong to no man, nor may any man belong to you, nor any child. The spear is your lover, your child, and your life.”) These children are treasured, for it is prophesied that a child born of a Maiden will unite the clans and return the Aiel to the greatness they knew during the Age of Legends.

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!»

That was one thing he understood about women, Aiel, Two Rivers or whoever; fists on hips meant trouble.

Killing was as easy as dying, so the Aiel said; any fool could do either.

Why do you call me ‘wetlander’?” Gaul gestured toward the river; even Perrin’s eyes could not be sure in the moonlight, but he thought the Aiel looked uneasy for the first time.

Who’d have thought an Aiel could bloody read?

Let me guess, Mat. I’m a traveling merchant who once trained with the Aiel and who has come to the village because he’s heard there’s a trout that lives in the lake who insulted his father.

Matar era tan fácil como morir, decían los Aiel; cualquier necio podía hacer lo uno o lo otro.

You want stories?” Thom Merrilin declaimed. “I have stories, and I will give them to you. I will make them come alive before your eyes.” A blue ball joined the others from somewhere, then a green one, and a yellow. “Tales of great wars and great heroes, for the men and boys. For the women and girls, the entire Aptarigine Cycle. Tales of Artur Paendrag Tanreall, Artur Hawkwing, Artur the High King, who once ruled all the lands from the Aiel Waste to the Aryth Ocean, and even beyond. Wondrous stories of strange people and strange lands, and of the Green Man, of Warders and Trollocs, of Ogier and Aiel. The Thousand Tales of Anla, the Wise Counselor. ‘Jaem the Giant-Slayer.’ How Susa Tamed Jain Farstrider. ‘Mara and the Three Foolish Kings.’” “Tell us about Lenn,” Egwene called. “How he flew to the moon in the belly of an eagle made of fire. Tell us about his daughter Salya walking among the stars.” Rand looked at her out of the corner of his eye, but she seemed intent on the gleeman. She had never liked stories about adventures and long journeys. Her favorites were always the funny ones, or the stories about women outwitting people who were supposed to be smarter then everyone else.

But she seized the Seeker of that band by his coat, and this is what she said, word for word. ‘Leafblighter means to blind the Eye of the World, Lost One. He means to slay the Great Serpent. Warn the People, Lost One. Sightburner comes. Tell them to stand ready for He Who Comes With the Dawn. Tell them. . . .’ And then she died. Leafblighter and Sightburner,” Raen added to Perrin, “are Aiel names for the Dark One, but I don’t understand another word of it.

Perhaps the wetlanders exposed their weaknesses to their companions as a means of offering friendship and trust. If your friends knew of your weaknesses, it would give them an advantage should you dance the spears with them. Or, perhaps, the complaining was a wetlander way of showing humility, much as the gai’shain showed honor by being subservient.

Who are you that addresses me so? Hide your face from me, stranger. I had a son, once, with a face like that. I do not wish to see it on a killer.

Perrin murmured, “Sung wood, my left foot. Those Aiel are searching for He Who Comes With the Dawn.” And Mat added dryly, “They’re looking for you, Rand.

—¿Qué esperáis? ¿Ver entrar Aes Sedai? —resonó la voz de Rand, que sonrió de un modo desagradable—. Las he enviado al campamento Aiel. Si los Aiel no pueden enseñarles modales, nadie podrá hacerlo.

Trataría de que los Hijos encontraran a alguien, cualquiera, que combatiera a los seanchan, y de que se aliaran con esas personas. Me aseguraría de que los Hijos de la Luz cabalgan hacia la Última Batalla, en lugar de ayudar a los seanchan a dar caza a los Aiel y a que nos despojen de nuestras naciones.

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.

He nearly looked at her when she said "submissive." A word less likely to describe any Aiel woman he could not conceive. Probably means she gives warning before she stabs you.

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

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 Aiel man’s chest and wrenched his blade free. Ungallant, but fast, and in battle, slow was often dead.

—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.

—Milady Aiel Egwene Aes Sedai —dijo él—. Te amo y ardo en deseos de que me vincules. —Deshaciéndose de la fingida formalidad, añadió en un susurro—: Te amo, Egwene al’Vere. Dijiste que querías un favor. ¿Qué es? ¿La luna en un collar? Tendré a un orfebre trabajando en ello antes de una hora. ¿Quieres las estrellas para entretejerlas en tu pelo?

En cualquier caso, Cadsuane es Cadsuane, y ella rara vez ve una cabeza hinchada sin que decida desinflarla, aun cuando esa cabeza lleve una corona. O la diadema de una Consiliaria. Su última visita fue hace más de veinte años, durante la Guerra de Aiel, pero sospecho que algunos que la recuerden desearán esconderse debajo la cama cuando sepan que ha regresado.

Shaking his head, he went back to studying the forest. Aiel or not, they were all alike in some ways. If the world is ending, a woman will want time to fix her hair. If the world’s ending, a woman will take time to tell a man something he’s done wrong.

He shall spill out the blood of those who call themselves Aiel as water on sand, and he shall break them as dried twigs, yet the remnant of a remnant shall he save, and they shall live.

I understand, Egwene thought. I didn’t realize what the Aiel did. I assumed that I just had to be harder, and that was what would teach me to laugh at pain. But it’s not hardness at all. It’s not strength that makes me laugh. It’s understanding.

La vida sólo era un sueño y todos los sueños tenían que terminar. Los Aiel no buscaban la muerte, pero tampoco la esquivaban.

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.