A Memory Of Light: Wheel of Time Book 14 by Robert Jordan, Brandon Sanderson Read Free Book Online Page A

somehow. In the dream we still see
     many things that may or may not happen, but there are too many possibilities; we cannot tell one from another. The fate of
     our people is unclear to the dreamwalkers, as isthe fate of the
Car’a’carn
once he spits in Sightblinder’s eye on the Last Day. We do not know the truth of what Aviendha saw.”
    “We must test this,” Sorilea said, eyes like stone. “We must know. Is each woman now shown this vision instead of the other,
     or was the experience unique?”
    “Elenar of the Daryne,” Amys said. “Her training is nearly complete; she will be the next to visit Rhuidean. We could ask
     Hayde and Shanni to encourage her.”
    Aviendha suppressed a shudder. She understood too well how “encouraging” the Wise Ones could be.
    “That would be well,” Bair said, leaning forward. “Perhaps this is what happens whenever someone goes through the glass columns
     a second time? Maybe that is why it is forbidden.”
    None of them looked at Aviendha, but she could feel them considering her. What she had done
was
forbidden. Speaking of what happened in Rhuidean was also taboo.
    There would be no reprimand. Rhuidean had not killed her; this was what the Wheel had spun. Bair continued to stare into the
     distance. Sweat trickled down the sides of Aviendha’s face and her breasts.
    I do not miss taking baths,
she told herself. She was no soft wetlander. Still, a sweat tent wasn’t truly necessary on this side of the mountains. There
     was no bitter cold at night, so the heat of the tent felt stifling, not comforting. And if water
was
plentiful enough for bathing…
    No. She set her jaw. “May I speak?”
    “Don’t be foolish, girl,” Melaine said. The woman was round in the belly, nearly to term. “You’re one of us now. No need to
     ask permission.”
    Girl? It would take time for them to see her truly as one of them, but they did make an effort. Nobody ordered her to make
     tea or to throw water on the kettle. With no apprentice around and no
gai’shain
handy, they took turns doing these tasks.
    “I am less concerned with whether the vision repeats,” Aviendha said, “than with what I was shown. Will it happen? Can we
     stop it?”
    “Rhuidean shows two types of vision,” Kymer said. She was a younger woman, perhaps less than a decade Aviendha’s senior, with
     deep red hair and a long, tanned face. “The first visit is what could be, the second, to the columns, what has happened.”
    “This third vision could be either,” Amys said. “The columns always show the past accurately; why would they not show the
     future with equal accuracy?”
    Aviendha’s heart lurched.
    “But why,” Bair said softly, “would the columns show a despair that cannot change? No. I refuse to believe it. Rhuidean has
     always shown us what we needed to see. To help us, not destroy us. This vision must have a purpose as well. To encourage us
     toward greater honor?”
    “It’s unimportant,” Sorilea said curtly.
    “But—” Aviendha began.
    “It’s unimportant,” Sorilea repeated. “If this vision were unchangeable, if our destiny is to… fall… as you have spoken,
     would any of us stop fighting to change it?”
    The room grew still. Aviendha shook her head. “We must treat it as if it can be changed,” Sorilea said. “Best not to dwell
     on your question, Aviendha. We must decide what course to take.”
    Aviendha found herself nodding. “I… Yes, yes, you are correct, Wise One.”
    “But what do we do?” Kymer asked. “What do we change? For now, the Last Battle
must
be won.”
    “Almost,” Amys said, “I wish for the vision to be unchangeable, for at least it proves we win this fight.”
    “It proves nothing,” Sorilea said. “Sightblinder’s victory would break the Pattern, and so no vision of the future can be
     sure or trusted. Even with prophecies of what might happen in Ages to come, if Sightblinder wins this battle, all will become
     nothing.”
    “This