Sunday, January 20, 2013

Wheel of Time Reread: The Shadow Rising part 5

The Shadow Rising: chapters 14 - 15

*Note I have read A Memory of Light so now all reviews may contain entire series spoilers!

Chapter 14: Customs of Mayene
  • Faile:
    • She would not last a week in the courts of Saldaea. Could she recite poetry while hawking? Could she ride in the hunt all day, then play the cittern at night while discussing how to counter Trolloc raids? She thought she knew men, did she? Did she know the language of fans? Could she tell a man to come or go or stay, and a hundred things more, all with the twist of a wrist and the placement of a lace fan? Light shine on me, what am I thinking? I swore I would never even hold a fan again! But there were other Saldaean customs. She was surprised to see the knife in her hand; she had been taught not to draw a knife unless she meant to use it. "Farm girls in Saldaea have a way of dealing with women who poach others' men. If you do not swear to forget Perrin Aybara, I will shave your head as bald as an egg. Perhaps the boys who tend the chickens will pant after you, then!
    • I don't know what I thought Faile was the first time I read this but rereading it I cannot believe I didn't realise she was practically royalty
Chapter 15: Into the Doorway
  • Mat:
    • He was surprised that Egwene and Nynaeve had not dusted and tidied while they were down here. Women were always dusting and straightening, even things that did not need it. Footprints crisscrossed the floor, some of them from boots, but no doubt they had had men to shift the heavier items about for them. Nynaeve liked finding ways to make a man work; likely she had deliberately hunted out some fellows enjoying themselves.
    • And Rhuidean, and all the rest of it. The Waste was bad enough, but they said he was fated to marry somebody called the Daughter of the Nine Moons. Marry! And to a noblewoman, but the sound of it. he would sooner marry a pig than a noblewoman. And the business about dying and living again. Nice of them to add the last bit! If some black-veiled Aielman killed him on the way to Rhuidean, he would find out how true it was. It was all nonsense, and he did not believe a word of it. Only... The bloody doorway had taken him somewhere, and they had only wanted to answer three questions, just the way Egwene had said.
      • "I won't marry any bloody noblewoman!" he told the ter'angreal. "I'll marry when I'm too old to have any fun, that's what! Rhuidean my bloody--!
  • Snakes/Aelfinn:
    • "You have brought no lamps, no torches, as the agreement was, and is, and ever will be. You have no iron? No instruments of music?"
    • The figure stepped out, tall, barefoot, arms and legs and body wound about in layers of yellow cloth, and Mat was suddenly not so sure if it was a man. Or human. It looked human, at first glance, through perhaps too graceful, but it seemed far too thin for its height, with a narrow, elongated face. Its skin, and even its straight black hair, caught the pale light in a way that reminded him of a snake's scales. And those eyes, the pupils just black, vertical slits. No, not human.
    • "If you do not go to Rhuidean," the woman on the right said, "you will die."
    • The man cut him off and spoke hurriedly. "You will have sidestepped the thread of fate, left your fate to drift on the winds of time, and you will be killed by those who do not want that fate fulfilled. Now, go. You must go! Quickly!"
    • "What fate?"
      • The three were on their feet atop the pedestals, and he could not tell which shrieked which answer.
      • "To marry the Daughter of the Nine Moons!"--Tuon
      • "To die and live again, and live once more a part of what was!"
      • "To give up half the light of the world to save the world!"
      • Together they howled like steam escaping under pressure. "Go to Rhuidean, son of battles! Go to Rhuidean, trickster! Go, gambler! Go!"--Chills, seriously still gives me chills!
    • He had to work moisture back into his mouth. "The Old Tongue? Is that what is was? They didn't give me one. In fact, I never got to ask any questions. That bell started shaking the walls down, and they hustled me out like I was tracking cow manure on the rugs." She was still staring, her eyes still digging into his head. She knew about the Old Tongue slipping out of him, sometimes. "I...almost understood a word here and there, but not to know it. You and Rand got answers. What do they get out of it? The snakes with legs. We aren't going upstairs to find ten years gone, are we, like Bili in the story?"--Did not notice until rereading the chapter this time but the way Mat speaks changes when he's talking to the Snakes. Jordan was very clever! He was speaking the old tongue!
      • "Sensations," Moiraine replied with a grimace. "Sensations, emotions, experiences. They rummage through them; you can feel them doing it, making your skin crawl. Perhaps they feed on them in some manner. The Aes Sedai who studied this ter'angrea; when it was in Mayene wrote of a strong desire to bathe afterward. I certainly intend to."
      • "But their answers are true?...You are sure of it? The books implied as much, but can they really give true answers about the future?"
      • "The answers are true," Moiraine said slowly, "so long as they are in regard to your own future.That much is certain...As to how, though there is only speculation. That world is...folded...in strange ways. I cannot be clearer. It may be that that allows them to read the thread of a human life, read the various ways it may yet be woven into the Pattern. Or perhaps it is a talent of the people. The answers are often obscure, however. If you need help working out what yours mean, I offer my services." Her eyes flickered from one of them to the other, and Mat nearly swore. She did not believe him about no answers. Unless it was simply general Aes Sedai suspicion.
      • Rand gave her a slow smile. "And will you tell me what you asked, and what they answered?"
      • I don't think we ever find out what Moiraine's questions/answers were.
    • "Did you find out what you wanted?" Rand asked finally.
      • "Did you?"
  • Rand:
    • "A pair of books, in fact. Treasures of the Stone and Dealings with the Territory of Mayene. Surprising what you can dig out of books if you read long enough, isn't it?"
    • Rand's questions:
      • How to cleanse saidin?
      • How can I win the Last Battle and survive? "The north and east must be as one. The west and the south must be as one. The two must be as one. If you would live, you must die."
      • I'm not sure what the last question was. But it might have been about whether or not he should go to the Two Rivers.

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