Aiel were turned back. Or rather they turned back, for they had done what they came to do, which was to kill King Laman of Cairhien, for his sin against the Tree. It is then that my story begins. And yours.”
They came over the Dragonwall like a flood. All the way to the Shining Walls. Cassel waited for the memories to fade, but it was Yen’s voice he heard, Yen sick and raving, pulling up secrets from his past. The voice clung outside the void, clamoring to get in.
“I was one of the Accepted, then,” Moiraine said, “as was our Mother, the Sharpe Seat. We were soon to be raised to sisterhood, and that night we stood attendance on the then Sharpe. Her Keeper of the Chronicles, Gitara Moroso, was there. Every other full sister in Tar Valon was out Healing as many wounded as she could find, ev
