A Crown of Swords: Chapter 10

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Unseen Eyes

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Point of View: Egwene

Setting: Tel'aran'rhiod

Characters: Amys, Bair, Egwene, Melaine


Egwene talks to the Wise Ones in the Dream.


Egwene enters Tel'aran'rhiod in a light sleep. She considers scaring Nicola and Areina, but thinks better of it, as locating them would take too long. She warns Nynaeve and Egwene not to return until she has sorted out the matter. She calls Amys and asks her to talk. Amys arrives with Bair and Melaine. She tells them that she has been raised Amyrlin and that she is seen as a figurehead, to be manipulated, but she will not let that happen. She tells them that she will not bring Aes Sedai to swear to Rand. Egwene realizes they are keeping things from her and that they hold Aes Sedai in contempt. She makes Amys promise not to stop Merana from talking to Rand and also not to tell him that she is Amyrlin, as he might try to rescue her.

They leave her and she returns to her body to dream. First, she dreams of Gawyn with two choices, marriage to her or not, lying ahead of him. Next, she dreams of Mat and the Illuminators, and then of the headsman's axe falling on her while a would be rescuer runs to her. Then she dreams of Logain stepping over what looks like Rand's body, only for it to fall apart when she tries to touch it. She also dreams of a golden hawk linked to her, of a man dying while the world rejoices and mourns, though it is important he lives, and of other things.


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Visions and Prophecies

  • "She stood in a vast, dim chamber where everything was indistinct. Everything except Gawyn, slowly coming toward her. A tall, beautiful man - had she ever thought his half-brother Galad was more beautiful? - with golden hair and eyes of the most wonderful deep blue. He had some distance to cover yet, but he could see her; his gaze was fixed on her like an archer's on the target. A faint sound of crunching and grating hung in the air. She looked down. And felt a scream building in her. On bare feet, Gawyn walked across a floor of broken glass, shards breaking at every slow step. Even in the faint light she could see the trail of blood left by his slashed feet. She flung out a hand, tried to shout for him to stop, tried to run to him, but just that quickly she was elsewhere."
  • "In the way of dreams she floated above a long, straight road across a grassy plain, looking down upon a man riding a black stallion. Gawyn. Then she was standing in the road in front of him, and he reined in. Not because he saw her, this time, but the road that had been straight now forked right where she stood, running over tall hills so no one could see what lay beyond. She knew, though. Down one fork was his violent death, down the other, a long life and a death in bed. On one path, he would marry her, on the other, not. She knew what lay ahead, but not what way led to which. Suddenly he did see her, or seemed to, and smiled, and turned his horse along one of the forks.... And she was in another dream.
  • She stood before an immense wall, clawing at it, trying to tear it down with her bare hands. It was not made of brick or stone, but countless thousands of discs, each half white and half black, the ancient symbol of the Aes Sedai, like the seven seals that had once held the Dark One's prison shut. Some of those seals were broken now, though not even the One Power could break cuendillar, and the rest had weakened somehow, but the wall stood strong however she beat at it. She could not tear it down. Maybe it was the symbol that was important. Maybe it was the Aes Sedai she was trying to tear down, the White Tower.
  • Mat sat on a night-shrouded hilltop, watching a grand Illuminator's display of fireworks, and suddenly his hand shot up, seized one of those bursting lights in the sky. Arrows of fire flashed from his clenched fist, and a sense of dread filled her. Men would die because of this. The world would change.
  • Straps at waist and shoulder held her tightly to the block, and the headsman's axe descended, but she knew that somewhere someone was running, and if they ran fast enough, the axe would stop. If not.... In that corner of her mind, she felt a chill.
  • Logain, laughing, stepped across something on the ground and mounted a black stone; when she looked down, she thought it was Rand's body he had stepped over, laid out on a funeral bier with his hands crossed at his breast, but when she touched his face, it broke apart like a paper puppet.
  • A golden hawk stretched out its wing and touched her, and she and the hawk were tied together somehow; all she knew was that the hawk was female. A man lay dying in a narrow bed, and it was important he not die, yet outside a funeral pyre was being built, and voices raised songs of joy and sadness. A dark young man held an object in his hand that shone so brightly she could not see what it was."

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