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The time is coming when he will again have to dance with the Snakes and the Foxes, playing a game that cannot be won. The Tower of Ghenjei awaits, and its secrets will reveal the fate of a friend long lost.
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TV series update: Rafe Judkins is attached to write and executive produce. Darren Lemke will also executive produce, with Jordan's widow Harriet McDougal serving as consulting producer. Brandon Sanderson grew up in Lincoln, Nebraska. He lives in Utah with his wife and children and teaches creative writing at Brigham Young University.
Robert Jordan was born in in Charleston, South Carolina. He taught himself to read when he was four with the incidental aid of a twelve-years-older brother, and was tackling Mark Twain and Jules Verne by five.
He is a graduate of The Citadel, We want your feedback! But when word spread in the palace that the Golden Crane was raised, I knew what I had to do. I've learned the sword well, my Lord. I've come to ride with you and-" "The word of my travel has spread to Aesdaishar? El'Nynaeve, she came to us, you see. Told us what you'd done. Others are gathering, but I left first. Knew you'd need supplies. And she'd made him swear that he would accept those who wished to ride with him!
Well, if she could play games with the truth, then so could he. Lan had said he'd take anyone who wished to ride with him. This man was not mounted. Therefore, Lan could refuse him.
A petty distinction, but twenty years with Aes Sedai had taught him a few things about how to watch one's words. Away with you. For a few moments, Lan thought that his order would be obeyed, though the evasion of his oath pricked at his conscience.
Lan continued on. They both fell to bandits. I don't remember much of them. Only something my father told me: All I have of him is this. Bulen held up a thin strap of leather, the hadori, worn on the head of a Malkieri sworn to fight the Shadow. That is the tradition, is it not? Someone has to give me the right to don it. Well, I would fight the Shadow all my days. Will you tell me I cannot? Either of them will take you. You will ride all the way to the Seven Towers without supplies?
The Blight creeps farther and farther south. Nothing grows, even in once-fertile lands. Game is scarce. He reined Mandarb in. I've spent years cursing myself for not serving you better. I swore that I would stand with you someday.
May I wear the hadori and fight at your side, al'Lan Mandragoran? My King? Nynaeve, when next I see you,,, But he would not see her again.
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He tried not to dwell upon that. He had made an oath. Aes Sedai wiggled around their promises, but did that give him the same right? A man was his honor. He could not deny Bulen. You tell nobody who I am. And yes, you may join me. And the one became two. Perrin slammed his hammer against the red-hot length of iron.
Sparks sprayed into the air like incandescent insects. Sweat beaded on his face. Some people found the clang of metal against metal grating. Not Perrin. That sound was soothing. He raised the hammer and slammed it down. Flying chips of light that bounced off his leather vest and his apron. With each strike, the walls of the room-sturdy leatherleaf wood-fuzzed, responding to the beats of metal on metal. He was dreaming, though he wasn't in the wolf dream.
He knew this, though he didn't know how he knew. The windows were dark; the only light was that of the deep red fire burning on his right. Two bars of iron simmered in the coals, waiting their turn at the forge. Perrin slammed the hammer down again. This was peace. This was home.
He was making something important. So very important.
It was a piece of something larger. The first step to creating something was to figure out its parts. Master Luhhan had taught Perrin that on his first day at the forge. You couldn't make a spade without understanding how the handle fit to the blade.
You couldn't make a hinge without knowing how the two leaves moved with the pin. You couldn't even make a nail without knowing its parts: Understand the pieces, Perrin. A wolf lay in the corner of the room. It was large and grizzled, fur the color of a pale gray river stone, and scarred from a lifetime of battles and hunts.
The wolf laid its head on its paws, watching Perrin. That was natural. Of course there was a wolf in the corner. Why wouldn't there be?
It was Hopper. Perrin worked, enjoying the deep, burning heat of the forge, the feel of the sweat trailing down his arms, the scent of the fire. He shaped the length of iron, one blow for every second beat of his heart. The metal never grew cool, but instead retained its malleable red-yellow.
What am I making? Perrin picked up the length of glowing iron with his tongs. The air warped around it. Pound, pound, pound, Hopper sent, communicating in images and scents. Like a pup jumping at butterflies. Hopper didn't see the point of reshaping metal, and found it amusing that men did such things. To a wolf, a thing was what it was. Why go through so much effort to change it into something else? Perrin set the length of iron aside. It cooled immediately, fading from yellow, to orange, to crimson, to a dull black.
Perrin had pounded it into a misshapen nugget, perhaps the size of two fists. Master Luhhan would be ashamed to see such shoddy work.
Perrin needed to discover what he was making soon, before his master returned.
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That was wrong. The dream shook, and the walls grew misty. I'm not an apprentice. Perrin raised a thick-gloved hand to his head. I'm not in the Two Rivers any longer. I'm a man, a married man. Perrin grabbed the lump of unshaped iron with his tongs, thrusting it down on the anvil.
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