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doing so would kill them all。 Male Aes Sedai and female together。 The Green Man spoke true。 The greatest wonders of the Age of Legends were done in that way； saidin and saidar together。 All the women in Tar Valon； all the Aes Sedai in all the courts and cities； even with those in the lands beyond the Waste； even counting those who may still live beyond the Aryth Ocean； could not fill a spoon with the Power； lacking men to work with them。〃
Rand's throat rasped as if he had been screaming。 〃Why did you bring us here？〃
〃Because you are ta'veren。〃 The Aes Sedai's face was unreadable。 Her eyes shimmered； and seemed to pull at him。 〃Because the Dark One's power will strike here； and because it must be confronted and stopped； or the Shadow will cover the world。 There is no need greater than that。 Let us go out into the sunlight again； while there is yet time。〃 Without waiting to see if they would follow； she started back up the corridor with Lan； who stepped perhaps a bit more quickly than usual for him。 Egwene and Nynaeve hurried behind her。
Rand edged along the wall … he could not make himself get even one step closer to what the pool was … and scrambled into the corridor in a tangle with Mat and Perrin。 He would have run if it had not meant trampling Egwene and Nynaeve； Moiraine and Lan。 He could not stop shaking even when he was back outside。
〃I do not like this； Moiraine；〃 Nynaeve said angrily when the sun shone on them again。 〃I believe the danger is as great as you say or I would not be here； but this is …〃
〃I have found you at last。 〃
Rand jerked as if a rope had tightened around his neck。 The words； the voice。。。 for a moment he believed it was Ba'alzamon。 But the two men who walked out of the trees； faces hidden by their cowls； did not wear cloaks the color of dried blood。 One cloak was a dark gray； the other almost as dark a green； and they seemed musty even in the open air。 And the men were not Fades； the breeze stirred their cloaks。
〃Who are you？〃 Lan's stance was cautious； his hand on his sword hilt。 〃How did you e here？ If you are seeking the Green Man …〃
〃He guided us。〃 The hand that pointed to Mat was old and shriveled to scarcely human； lacking a fingernail and with knuckles gnarled like knots in a piece of rope。 Mat took a step back； eyes widening。 〃An old thing； an old friend； an old enemy。 But he is not the one we seek；〃 the green…cloaked man finished。 The other man stood as if he would never speak。
Moiraine straightened to her full height； no more than shoulder high to any man there； but suddenly seeming as tall as the hills。 Her voice rang like a bell； demanding； 〃Who are you？〃
Hands pushed back hoods； and Rand goggled。 The old man was older than old； he made Cenn Buie look like a child in the bloom of health。 The skin of his face was like crazed parchment drawn tight over a skull； then pulled tighter still。 Wispy tufts of brittle hair stood at odd places on his scabrous scalp。 His ears were withered bits like scraps of ancient leather； his eyes sunken； peering out of his head as if from the ends of tunnels。 Yet the other was worse。 A tight； black leather carapace covered that one's head and face pletely； but the front of it was worked into a perfect face； a young man's face； laughing wildly； laughing insanely； frozen forever。 What is he hiding if the other shows what he shows？ Then even thought froze in his head； shattered to dust and blew away。
〃I am called Aginor；〃 the old one said。 〃And he is Balthamel。 He no longer speaks with his tongue。 The Wheel grinds exceedingly fine over three thousand years imprisoned。〃 His sunken eyes slid to the arch； Balthamel leaned forward； his mask's eyes on the white stone opening； as if he wanted to go straight in。 〃So long without；〃 Aginor said softly。 〃So long。〃
〃The Light protect … 〃 Loial began； his voice shaking； and cut off abruptly when Aginor looked at him。
〃The Forsaken；〃 Mat said hoarsely； 〃are bound in Shayol Ghul…〃
〃Were bound。〃 Aginor smiled； his yellowed teeth had the look of fangs。 〃Some of us are bound no longer。 The seals weaken； Aes Sedai。 Like Ishamael； we walk the world again； and soon the rest of us will e。 I was too close to this world in my captivity； I and Balthamel； too close to the grinding of the Wheel； but soon the Great Lord of the Dark will be free； and give us new flesh； and the world will be ours once more。 You will have no Lews Therin Kinslayer； this time。 No Lord of the Morning to save you。 We know the one we seek now； and there is no more need for the rest of you。〃
Lan's sword sprang from its scabbard too fast for Rand's eye to follow。 Yet the Warder hesitated； eyes flickering to Moiraine； to Nynaeve。 The two women stood well apart； to put himself between either of them and the Forsaken would put him further from the other。 Only for a heartbeat the hesitation lasted； but as the Warder's feet moved； Aginor raised his hand。 It was a scornful gesture； a flipping of his gnarled fingers as if to shoo away a fly。 The Warder flew backwards through the air as though a huge fist had caught him。 With a dull thud Lan struck the stone arch； hanging there for an instant before dropping in a flaccid heap； his sword lying near his outstretched hand。
〃NO！〃 Nynaeve screamed。
〃Be still！〃 Moiraine manded； but before anyone else could move the Wisdom's knife had left her belt； and she was running toward the Forsaken； her small blade upraised。
〃The Light blind you；〃 she cried； striking at Aginor's chest。
The other Forsaken moved like a viper。 While her blow still fell； Balthamel's leather…cased hand darted out to seize her chin； fingers sinking into one cheek while thumb dug into the other； driving the blood out with their pressure and raising the flesh in pale ridges。 A convulsion wracked Nynaeve from head to toe； as if she had been cracked like a whip。 Her knife dropped uselessly from dangling fingers as Balthamel lifted her by his grip； brought her up to where the leather mask stared into her still…quivering face。 Her toes spasmed a foot above the ground； flowers rained from her hair。
〃I have almost forgotten the pleasures of the flesh。〃 Aginor's tongue crossed his withered lips； sounding like stone on rough leather。 〃But Balthamel remembers much。〃 The laughter of the mask seemed to grow wilder； and the wail that left Nynaeve burned Rand's ears like despair ripped from her living heart。
Suddenly Egwene moved； and Rand saw that she was going to help Nynaeve。 〃Egwene； no！〃 he shouted； but she did not stop。 His hand had gone to his sword at Nynaeve's cry； but now he abandoned it and threw himself at Egwene。 He thudded into her before she took her third step； carrying them both to the ground。 Egwene landed under him with a gasp； immediately thrashing to get free。
Others were moving； too； he realized。 Perrin's axe whirled into his hands； and his eyes glowed golden and fierce。 〃Wisdom！〃 Mat howled； the dagger from Shadar Logoth in his fist。
〃No！〃 Rand called。 〃You can't fight the Forsaken！〃 But they ran past him as if they had not heard； their eyes on Nynaeve and the two Forsaken。
Aginor glanced at them； unconcernedly 。。。 and smiled。
Rand felt the air stir above him like the crack of a giant's whip。 Mat and Perrin； not even halfway to the Forsaken； stopped as if they had run into a wall； bounced back to sprawl on the ground。
〃Good；〃 Aginor said。 〃A fitting place for you。 If you learn to abase yourself properly in worship of us； I might let you live。〃
Hastily Rand scrambled to his feet。 Perhaps he could not fight the Forsaken … no ordinary human could … but he would not let them believe for a minute that he was groveling before them。 He tried to help Egwene up； but she slapped his hands away and stood by herself； angrily brushing off her dress。 Mat and Perrin had also stubbornly pushed themselves unsteadily erect。
〃You will learn；〃 Aginor said； 〃if you want to live。 Now that I have found what I need〃 … his eyes went to the stone archway … 〃I may take the time to teach you。〃
〃This shall not be！〃 The Green Man strode out of the trees with a voice like lightning striking an ancient oak。 〃You do not belong here！〃
Aginor spared him a brief； contemptuous glance。 〃Begone！ Your time is ended； all your kind but you long since dust。 Live what life is left to you and be glad you are beneath our notice。〃
〃This is my place；〃 the Green Man said； 〃and you shall hurt no living thing here。〃
Balthamel tossed Nynaeve aside like a rag； and like a crumpled rag she fell； eyes staring； limp as if all her bones had melted。 One leather…clad hand lifted； and the Green Man roared as smoke rose from the vines that wove him。 The wind in the trees echoed his pain。
Aginor turned back to Rand and the others； as if the Green Man had been dealt with； but one long stride and massive； leafy arms wrapped themselves around Balthamel； raising him high； crushing him against a chest of thick creepers； black leather mask laughing into hazelnut eyes dark with anger。 Like serpents Balthamel's arms writhed free； his gloved hands grasping the Green Man's head as though he would wrench it off。 Flames shot up where those hands touched； vines withering； leaves falling。 The Green Man bellowed as thick； dark smoke poured out between the vines of his body。 On and on he roared； as if all of him were ing out of his mouth with the smoke that billowed between his lips。
Suddenly Balthamel jerked in the Green Man's grasp。 The Forsaken's hands tried to push him away instead of clutching him。 One gloved hand flung wide 。。。 and a tiny creeper burst through the black leather。 A fungus； such as rings trees in the deep shadows of the forest； ringed his arm； sprang from nowhere to full…grown； swelling to cover the length of it。 Balthamel thrashed； and a shoot of stinkweed ripped open his carapace； lichens dug in their roots and split tiny cracks across the leather of his face； nettles broke the eyes of his mask； deathshead mushrooms tore open the mouth。
The Green Man threw the Forsaken down。 Balthamel twisted and jerked as all the things that grew in the dark places； all the things with spores； all the things that loved the dank； swelled and grew； tore cloth and leather and flesh…Was it flesh； seen in that brief moment of verdant rage？…to tattered shreds and covered him until only a mound remained； indistinguishable from many in the shaded depths of the green forest； and the mound moved no more than they。
With a groan like a limb breaking under too great a weight； the Green Man crashed to the ground。 Half his head was charred black。 Tendrils of smoke still rose from him； like gray creepers。 Burned leaves fell from his arm as he painfully stretched out his blackened hand to gently cup an acorn。
The earth rumbled as an oak seedling pushed up between his fingers。 The Green Man's head fell； but the seedling reached for the sun； straining。 Roots shot out and thickened； delved beneath the ground and rose again； thickened more as they sank。 The trunk broadened and stretched upward； bark turning gray and fissured and ancient。 Limbs spread and grew heavy； as big as arms； as big as men； and lifted to caress the sky； thick with green leaves； dense with acorns。 The massive web of roots turned the earth like plows as it spread； the already huge trunk shivered； grew wider； round as a house。 Stillness came。 And an oak that could have stood five hundred years covered the spot where the Green Man had been； marking the tomb of a legend。 Nynaeve lay on the gnarled roots； grown curved to her shape； to make a bed for her to rest upon。 The wind sighed through the oak's branches； it seemed to murmur farewell。
Even Aginor seemed stunned。 Then his head lifted； cavernous eyes burning with hate。 〃Enough！ It is past time to end this！〃
〃Yes； Forsaken；〃 Moiraine said； her voice as cold as deep…winter ice。 〃Past time！〃
The Aes Sedai's hand rose； and the ground fell away beneath Aginor's feet。 Flame roared from the chasm； whipped to a frenzy by wind howling in from every direction； sucking a maelstrom of leaves into the fire； which seemed to solidify into a red…streaked