Towers of Midnight (The Wheel of Time 13)

"He is the Car'a'carn" Aviendha said.

"I did not say that he was not," Nakomi said, sounding amused. She got out some tea leaves and hetbs.

No. She hadn't said so. Aviendha turned het shellback, and het stomach fumbled. She'd need to share her meal with Nakomi as well.

"May I ask," Nakomi said. "What do you think of the Car'a'carnT'

I love him, Aviendha thought immediately. But she couldn't say that. "I think he has much honor. And though he is ignorant of the proper ways, he is learning."

"You have spent time with him, then?"

"Some," Aviendha said. Then, to be more honest, she added, "More than most."

"He is a wetlander," Nakomi said, thoughtful. "And Car'a'carn. Tell me, are the wetlands as glorious as so many say? Rivers so wide you cannot see the other side, plants so full of water they burst when squeezed?"

"The wetlands are not glorious," Aviendha said. "They are dangerous. They make us weak."

Nakomi frowned.

Who is this woman? It was not unusual to find Aiel traveling the Waste; even children learned to protect themselves. But should Nakomi not be traveling with friends, family? She did not wear the clothing of a Wise One, but there was something about her . . .

Nakomi stirred the tea, then repositioned Aviendha's shellback, placing it over the coals to cook it more evenly. From inside her pack, she drew forth several deepearth roots. Aviendha's mother had always cooked those. Nakomi placed them in a small ceramic baking box, then slid this into the coals. Aviendha hadn't realized the fire had grown so warm. Where had all those coals come from?

"You seem troubled," Nakomi said. "Far be it for me to question an apprentice Wis

e One. But I do see worry in your eyes."

Aviendha stifled a grimace. She would have preferred to be left alone. And yet, she had invited this woman to share her water and shade. "I am worried about our people. Dangerous times come."

"The Last Battle," Nakomi said softly. "The thing the wetlanders speak of."

"Yes. I worry about something beyond that. The wetlands, corrupting our people. Making them soft."

"But the wetlands are part of our destiny, are they not? The things the Car'a'carn is said to have revealed . . . they link us to the wetlands in curious ways. Assuming what he said was true."

"He would not lie about this," Aviendha said.

A small wake of buzzards cawed and flapped past in the dark night air. Aviendha's people's history the things Rand al'Thor had revealed still caused many of the Aiel grief. In Rhuidean, Aviendha would soon see this history for herself: that the Aiel had broken their vows. Aviendha's people had once followed, then abandoned, the Way of the Leaf.

"Interesting thoughts you raise, apprentice," Nakomi said, pouring the tea. "Our land here is called the Three-fold Land. Three-fold, for the three things it did to us. It punished us for sin. It tested our courage. It formed an anvil to shape us."

"The Three-fold Land makes us strong. So, by leaving it, we become weak."

"But if we had to come here to be forged into something of strength," Nakomi said, "does that not suggest that the tests we were to face in the wetlands were as dangerous as the Thtee-fold-land itself? So dangerous and difficult that we had to come here to prepare for them?" She shook her head. "Ah, but I should not argue with a Wise One, not even an apprentice. I have toh"

"There is never toh for speaking wise words," Aviendha said. "Tell me, Nakomi, where is it you travel? Which sept is your own?"

"I am far from my roof," the woman said, wistful, "yet not far at all. Perhaps it is far from me. I cannot answer your question, apprentice, for it is not my place to give this truth."

Aviendha frowned. What kind of answer was that?

"It seems to me," Nakomi said, "that by breaking our ancient oaths to do no violence, our people have gained great toh"

"Yes," Aviendha said. What did you do when yout entité people had done something so awful? This realization was what had caused so many of the Aiel to be taken by the bleakness. They had thrown down their spears, or refused to temove the white of gai'shain, implying that their people had such great toh, it could never be met.

But they were wrong. The Aiel toh could be met it had to be met. That was the purpose of serving the Car'a'carn, the teptesentative of the ones to whom the Aiel had originally sworn their oaths.

"We will meet our toh" Aviendha said. "By fighting in the Last Battle."