Alanna stopped weeping, cutting anguish subdued beneath a thin thread of anger. No one told the clan chiefs what to do, but angering the Wise Ones was a bad way to start convincing the chiefs of anything. Except you. If I must have it from your hand, then give it to me, by your hand.
The boy sighed. Her smooth tone faltered for one instant. The Chosen were vastly stronger, infinitely more knowledgeable, and quite possibly they had already received the rewa So did the Mayeners; they had no quarrel with the Aiel, had never fought them except for the Aiel Wa