Friday, December 7, 2012

Wheel of Time Reread: The Dragon Reborn part 5

The Dragon Reborn: chapters 24 - 30


Chapter 24: Scouting and Discoveries
  • Elayne:
    • She's a pretty one, even if she does have her nose in the air half the time.-Mat
  • Else Grinwell--pretty sure this is Lanfear.
  • Galad:
    • One of the blocky Warder's pupils was a tall, lithe young man who moved like a cat. And almost as pretty as a girl, Mat thought wryly. Every woman was staring at the tall fellow with sparkling eyes, even the Aes Sedai.
      • I've always liked how Mat thinks Galad is almost as pretty as a girl!
    • "I do have a sense of humor, Gawyn," Galad said with a frown. "You only think I do not because I do not care to mock people."
  • Nynaeve:
    • "If you spend much time around Nynaeve," Galad said, "you'll need bow, quarterstaff, and sword to protect yourself. And I don't know whether that would be enough.
  • The Fight:
    • "Swords aren't the be-all and end-all, you know. I could do fairly well against either of you, I think, if you had a sword and I had my quarterstaff."-Mat
    • Perhaps it was that they both clearly thought he was making a wild boast. Perhaps it was because he had mishandled questioning the guardsman. Perhaps it was because Else, who had such an eye for the boys, wanted nothing to do with him, and all those women were staring at Galad like cats watching a jog of cream. Aes Sedai and Accepted or not, they were still women. All these explanations ran through Mat's head, but he rejected them angrily, especially the last. He was going to do it because it would be fun. And it might earn some coin. His luck would not even have to be back.
    • "You think you two are good enough with your swords to take a boy with a stick?"-Hammar
    • "Time to toss the dice."-Mat
      • Hammer gave him an odd look. "You speak the Old Tongue, lad?"
    • Hunger gnawed at Mat as if he had swallowed weasels. Sweat rolled down into his eyes, and his strength began to fade as if it leached out with the sweat. Not yet. I can't fall yet. I have to win. Now. With a roar, he threw all his reserves into one last surge.
    • "Who was the greatest blademaster of all time?"
      • From the throats of dozens of students came a masses bellow "Jearom, Gaidin!"
      • "Yes!" Hammer shouted, turning to make sure all heard. "During his lifetime, Jearom fought over ten thousand times, in battle and single combat. He was defeated once. by a farmer with a quarterstaff! Remember that. Remember what you just saw."-Hammar
    • "Not as good as my da. He's won the quarterstaff at Bel Tine every year as long as I can remember, except once or twice when Rand's da did."
      • We are beginning to see how good Tam al'Thor and Abell Cauthon actually are. They aren't just good for farmers but they are good!
  • Favorite Lines:
    • "Where are you from, lad?"
      • "Manetheren." Mat froze when he heard the name come out of his mouth. " I mean, I'm from the Two Rivers. I have heard too many old stories."-Hammar and Mat
  • This is one of my favorite chapters in the entire series! We get Mat being awesome Mat, accidentally speaking in the old tongue and beating the crap out of spoiled rich kids! And he does it all while he's still recovering and can barely stand! Also Gawyn isn't a complete idiot yet! But we really begin to see that yes, Mat is awesome, but he's also beginning to scare himself.
Chapter 25: Questions
  • Dreams:
    • Seanchan putting Aes Sedai in collars then forcing them to fight against the Tower.--True
    • Whitecloaks binding her father's hands.--Whitecloaks invade the Two Rivers.
    • Rand--reaching for a sword that seemed to be made of crystal, never seeing a fine net dropping over him. And one of him kneeling in a chamber where a parched wind blew dust across the floor, and the creatures like the one on the Dragon banner, but much smaller, floated on that wind, and settled into his skin. There had been a dream of him walking down into a great hole in a black mountain, a hole filled with a reddish glare as from vast fires below, and even a dream of him confronting the Seanchan.--Rand's visit to Rhuidean. He confronts the Seanchan more than once. 
    • Perrin--with a falcon on his shoulder, and Perrin with a hawk. Only the hawk held a leash in her talons--Egwene was somehow convinced both hawk and falcon were female--and the hawk was trying to fasten it around Perrin's neck...Perrin--with a beard!--leading a huge pack of wolves that stretched as far as the eye could see.!!!!--Faile and Berelain. Love Perrin's beard! This could be part of what he's already done or it might be something that he does in the Last Battle.
    • Mat--Placing his own left on a balance scale. Mat, hanging by his neck from a tree limb. There had been a dream of Mat and Seanchan, too, but she was willing to dismiss that as a nightmare. It had to have been just a nightmare. Just like the one about Mat speaking the Old Tongue.--Mat gives his eye to save Moiraine. The Eelfinn hand Mat. Mat and Tuon. Mat does speak the old tongue.
  • Black Ajah:
    • "It tells us it is too neat," Elayne said calmly. "What chance that thirteen women chosen solely because they were Darkfriends would be so neatly arrayed across Ajahs? Shouldn't there be perhaps three Reds, or four born in Cairhein, or just two the same age, if it was all chance? They had women to choose from or they could not have chosen so random a pattern. There are still Black Ajah in the Tower, or elsewhere we don't know about. It must mean that."
    • "I have never been able to like Elaida," Elayne said, but I cannot truly believe she is Black Ajah. And Sheriam? It's impossible."
      • Nynaeve snorted. "It should be impossible for any of them. When we do find them, there is nothing says they'll all be women we do not like. But I don't mean to put suspicion--that this kind of suspicion!--one any woman."
  • Verin:
    • "Sometimes I think Verin notices more than she lets one."-Egwene
    • Verin had left out too much to be trusted.
  • Selene/Lanfear:
    • A woman turned to face her at the foot of the ramp, and Egwene stopped in confusion. Whoever she was, this was certainly not Else. All in silver and white silk, she sparked feelings Egwene had never had before. She was taller, more beautiful by far, and the look in her black eyes made Egwene feel small, scrawny, and none too clean.
Chapter 26: Behind a Lock
  • The librarians--Brown sisters all--guarded those shelves, and guarded the doors as closely, to make sure not a scrap of paper left unless they knew who took it and why.
  • Nynaeve nodded. "Bait. A trap. Or maybe a diversion. But trap or diversion, it's so obvious no one could be taken in by it."
Chapter 27: Tel'aran'rhoid
  • Perrin:
    • A big dog lay curled up on the floor, shaggy tail across its nose, between the door and a thick pillar of rough-cut, black stone that stood in the middle of the floor. A large, shaggy-haired young man sat leaning back against the pillar in only his smallclothes, head lolling as if asleep. A massive black chain ran around the pillar and across his chest, the ends gripped in his clenched hands. Asleep or not, his heavy muscles strained to hold that chain tight, to prison himself against the pillar.
      • "Perrin?...Perrin, what's the matter with you? Perrin!" the dog uncurled itself and stood.
      • It was not a dog, but a wolf, all black and gray, lips curling back from glistening white teeth, yellow eyes regarding her as they might have a mouse. A mouse it meant to eat.
    • Perrin's head come up; his eyes opened drowsily. Two sets of yellow eyes regarded her. The wolf gathered himself. "Hopper," Perrin shouted, "no! Egwene!"
      • The door swung shut before her face, and total darkness enveloped her.
  • Rand:
    • The only one there was a tall young man, sitting and staring into the flames. Rand. Those flames did not burn wood. They did not burn anything that she could see. The fire danced above a bare patch of ground. She did not think they even scorched the soil.
      • Before she could move, Rand raised his head. She was surprised to see he was smoking a pipe, a think ribbon of tabac smoke lifting from the bowl. He looked tired, so very tired.
    • He seemed in some way larger than she remembered. And a touch dangerous. Perhaps more than a touch. His blue-gray eyes seemed to burn like frozen fire.
      • "Do you think I don't know it is a dream?" he sneered. "I know that makes it no less real." He stared angrily out into the darkness as if looking for someone. "How long will you try?" he shouted at the night. "How many faces will you send? My mother, my father, now her! Pretty girls won't tempt me with a kiss, not even one I know! I deny you, Father of Lies! I deny you!"
    • There was a sword in his hands, suddenly out of nowhere. Its blade was worked out of a single flame, slightly curved and graven with a heron. "My mother gave me honeycake," he said in a tight voice, "the the smell of poison rank on it. My father had a knife for my ribs. She--she offered kisses, and more." Sweat slicked his face; his stare seemed enough to set her afire. "What do you bring"
  • Silvie:
    • "Plots," she said as if to herself. "All of them pretending to serve the Great Lord, and all the while plotting and planning to regain what they lost. Each one thinking he or she is the only plotting. Ishamael is a fool!"
Chapter 28: A Way Out
  • He realized he was trying to decide which of them was prettiest, and could not. Had they been anybody but who--and what--they were, he would have asked any and all of them to dance a jig or a reel. He had danced with Egwene often enough, back home, and even once with Nynaeve, but that seemed a long time ago.
    • "'One pretty woman means fun at the dance. Two pretty women mean trouble in the house. Three pretty women mean run for the hills.'" He gave Nynaeve an even tighter smile than her own. "My da used to say that. You're up to something, Nynaeve. You are all smiling like cats staring at a finch caught in a thornbush, and I think I am the finch."
  • "I wish asking were enough," Egwene said, "but you do not do favors, do you, Mat? Have you ever done anything without being coaxed, wheeled, or bullied?"
    • He only smiled at her. "I will dance with both of you, Egwene, but I won't run errands."
  • "You get me out of Tar Valon, and I'll carry Elayne to her mother on my back."...Women had no sense of humor, sometimes.-Mat
    • Mat keeps this promise; Which is not something Mat is known for.
  • "Look, you have done me a favor here." He touched the Amyrlin's paper on the table. "A big favor. I know you're all going to be Aes Sedai:--he stumbled a little on that--"and you will be a queen one day, Elayne, but if you ever need help, if there is ever anything I can do, I will come. You can count on it."-Mat
  • "If a woman does need a hero, she needs him today, not tomorrow."-Egwene
  • Nynaeve:
    • Nynaeve did not ask favors, in his recollection; Nynaeve told people what to do and expected to see it done.
    • For the first time since coming in, she looked like the Wisdom of old, with a stare that could pin you in your tracks and her braid ready to lash like a cat's tail.
Chapter 29: A Trap to Spring
  • Work built character, so the Aes Sedai said, and the cooks saw to it that the novices built strong character.
  • Laras, the Mistress of the Kitchens:
    • She was more than merely stout, with layers of chins, and a spotless white apron that could have made three novice dresses. She carried her own long-handled wooden spoon like a scepter. It was not for stirring, that spoon. It was for directing those under her, and smacking those who were not building character quickly enough to suit her.
    • "You are a fine judge of character, child. You must have done well as the Wisdom of your village. It was Laras who went to Sheriam and demanded to know how long you three are to be kept to the dirtiest and hardest work, without a turn at lighter. She said she would not be a party to breaking any woman's health or spirit, no matter what I said. A fine judge of character, child."-Siuan
  • The Stone of Tear:
    • "The sword That Cannot Be Touched is a sa'angreal, girl. Only two more powerful were ever made, and thank the Light, neither of those was ever used. With Callandor in your hands, child, you could level a city at one blow. If you die keeping that out of the Black Ajah's hands--you, and Egwene, and Elayne, all three--you'll have done a service to the whole world, and cheap at the price"-Siuan
    • "The Stone of Tear holds nearly as man ter'angreal as the Tower."
    • "They hold one of the most powerful focuses of the Power the world has ever seen, inside their precious Stone. It is my belief that is why they have collected so many ter'angreal--and indeed, anything to do with the Power--over the years, as if by doing so they can diminish the existence of the thing they cannot rid themselves of, the thing that reminds them of their own doom every time they enter the Heart of Stone. Their fortress that has broken a hundred armies will fall as one of the signs the Dragon is Reborn. Not even the only sign; just one. How that must rankle their proud hearts. Their downfall will not even be the one great sign of the world's change. They cannot even ignore it by staying out of the Heart. That is where Lords of the Land are raised to High Lords, and where they must perform what they call the Rite of the Guarding four times a year, claiming that they guard the whole world against the Dragon by holding Callandor. It must bite at their souls like silverpike, and no more than they deserve."-Siuan
Chapter 30: The First Toss
  • If you can't hide what you are going to do, do it so everybody thinks you are a fool. Then they stand around waiting to see you fall on your face. Those Aes Sedai will be waiting for the guards to bring me back. When I do not return by morning, then they'll start a search. Not too frantic at first, because they'll think I have gone to ground somewhere in the city. By the time they realize I haven't, this rabbit will be a long way downriver from the hounds.
  • He won again, and it was as if a fever gripped him. He won every throw. From tavern to inn to tavern he went, never staying long enough to anger anyone with the amount of his winnings. And he still won every toss. He exchanged silver for gold with a money changer. He played at crowns, and fives, and maiden's ruin. He played games with five dice, and with four, and three, and even only two. He played games he did not know before he squatted in the circle, or took a place at the table. And he won.
  • "The Dark One's own luck."
  • But it was not since leaving the Two Rivers that he had become lucky. The luck had come once he took the dagger from Shadar Logoth.
  • Such an ordinary-looking man to have tried to kill him. Mat did not think he would even have noticed him in a crowded room.

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