Transcript for Blood Calls Blood, season 1 episode 5 of The Wheel of Time.
Ila: We forswear violence. Have you ever been in battle? Picked up a weapon? A sword? Bow and arrow? An ax?
Valda: They say the White Tower dispatched eight sisters to deal with Logain's army. I will not forget your faces should we meet again.
Thom: Mat's got all the signs, lad. The Dark One corrupted the One Power so men couldn't use it without going mad.
Mat: I see you.
Lan: You are exactly what I thought you were, Wisdom al'Meara.
Stepin: No bond is closer than an Aes Sedai and her Warder.
Nynaeve: I've heard about the bond. That you feel what she feels.
Warders lay the dead in shallow graves arranged in a circle, and cover them in a white shroud. Lan lays down the body of the King of Ghealdan and places a helment on his chest. Stepin carries Kerene's body, followed by a procession of Aes Sedai who all carry candles. He lays her in one of the graves. He takes her ring and places it on a cord that he wears around his neck. He covers her with a shroud. Moiraine places a candle on Kerene's grave.
Moiraine: May the last embrace of the mother welcome you home.
Moiraine and Lan share a look.
Aes Sedai on the road
One month later.
The Aes Sedai, Warders, and Nynaeve travel on horseback. Logain is chained on horseback, with a vacant expression. A rope attached to the shackle around his neck is led by Maksim.
Lan: A long time since we've been home.
Moiraine: Do you still think of it as home?
Lan: Don't you?
Moiraine: This saddle is home. This cloak. These boots. This brooding man at my side.
Moiraine looks ahead to Nynaeve.
Moiraine: Is she ready for what's waiting in the White City?
Lan: You think she talks to me?
Moiraine: She eats every night at the Warders' fire.
Lan: She's worried, about Stepin. Warders are not supposed to outlive their Aes Sedai.
Moiraine: Stepin's a strong man. He'll deliver her ring to the Tower.
Lan: You think the other four are already there?
Moiraine: If they are, we'll find them. And if they aren't... well, we'll find them.
Rand & Mat
On the road
Rand and Mat travel down a road with many others around. Rand looks at a stone marker. Children run by Mat.
Mat: Watch it, you piece of sh... [sniffs]
Rand: Mate, you all right?
Mat: Will you stop looking at me like you're my bloody wet nurse. Just tired. A month without a warm bed will do that.
Rand: I don't know. I think I've seen it before.
Mat follows Rand up a hill, and look over the city of Tar Valon and the mountain.
Mat: Tar Valon.
Later, Rand and Mat enter the city through a large stone gate. The boys look around in awe.
Rand: Blood and ashes.
A street vendor approaches.
Rand: Can I have one? Thank you.
Mat: What is it?
Rand: Mmm. Don't know. It tastes good, though.
Mat: Not hungry. You have it.
They head down a narrow street.
Should be down there. Thom
told me about this place. The innkeeper
was an old friend of his.
Person bartering with a vendor: I'll give you one for this, one for the other one.
Mat: Thought we were going to the White Tower.
Rand: Yeah, we will. But first, we need to rest and clean up. Think they'll let us in looking like this? [chuckles]
Rand enters the building. Mat rolls his eyes and follows. Behind them in the street, a man watches them and whistles.
The Light's Blessing Inn
Rand and Mat enter a room at the Light's Blessing Inn.
I can't believe a night here is more expensive than a month at the Winespring Inn
Mat: Better than the road.
Mat lies down on a bed with a sigh. Rand sits on the other bed.
Mat: Tell me again.
Mat: The little girl... on the farm...
Rand: It wasn't you, Mat. It wasn't you. Thom and I both saw it.
Mat: Thom's not here. Thom's dead.
Rand: Then please believe me. It was the Fade. You know you didn't kill that family. You would never hurt that little girl.
Moiraine and Lan lead Nynaeve through the White Tower, past large stone statues of male warriors. They enter a room.
Lan: This is the Warders' quarters.
This is the safest place in the Tower to stay away from the sisters we traveled with. When the Amyrlin Seat
Nynaeve: I don't care about the Amyrlin Seat or your Tower politics. I told you, I care about my people. And you said they'd be here, so where are they?
Moiraine: I have eyes and ears watching every gate and every wall in the city. If they've arrived, I'll know.
Nynaeve: But will you tell me? Maybe I'll have a look around town myself.
Do not underestimate the women in this Tower. Each of them has her own goal, her own agenda, her own pride and ambition. As powerful as you are, these women have spent decades honing their strengths, masking their weaknesses. And when news spreads of your presence here-- which it will-- you'll be expected to become a Novice
immediately. And if you're not careful, those Tower politics will eat you alive.
Nynaeve: If I'm as powerful as you say I am... maybe it's you, Aes Sedai, who shouldn't underestimate me.
Moiraine looks at Lan. He steps out of the room and closes the door behind him, giving the women privacy.
Moiraine: It's all right to be afraid. You reached out and you touched the Source. You saw how small you are in comparison to it. And how great you are in comparison to those you've always loved. And now you're wondering: how do you fit into the world? Can you ever go back to being who you were? I know because I felt it, too, the first time. And the answer is no. You'll never be the same. But it's time that you saw that for the gift it is. Now, stay here. Do not speak to anyone. And I will try and protect you as best I can. And when I've found your friends... I will bring you to them.
The Tuatha'an travel through a wooded area. They pass a stone marker. Perrin walks with Aram. Some of the dogs are eating dead animals.
Perrin: It's a little hypocritical, you know.
Aram: What is?
Perrin: Preaching nonviolence and then letting your pets slaughter anything you come across.
Aram: Violence is in us all. The Way of the Leaf isn't about denying that. It's about accepting it.
Perrin: Maybe. But one more turnip curry, and I'll be joining the dogs.
Egwene runs up to them, laughing.
Egwene: What are you two talking about?
Aram: You. Obviously. Only good things.
Egwene: Did you see? The White Tower! We made it.
The top of the White Tower is visible beyond tall trees.
Perrin: You think they're there already?
Egwene: I do.
Aram: Seems you won't have to suffer through turnip curry much longer.
man up ahead: Whoa!
Perrin: What's going on? Why are we stopping?
The Tuatha'an are stopped by Whitecloaks. Aram, Perrin, and Egwene look around a wagon at them, where Eamon Valda talks to Ila and Raen.
Ila: The false Dragon? Don't know anything about him, but we've been in the grass for months now.
Valda spots Perrin and Egwene.
Valda: Those two. Bring them to me.
Ila: You can't just take our people.
Valda: They're not your people.
Raen: They've eaten our food and shared our fire.
Valda: Do you want your new friends to suffer?
Ila: If they don't wish to go with you, you can't have them.
Valda: I can't? That's a strange word to be coming out of a Tinker's mouth. And how exactly do you plan on stopping me?
Ila drops her staff, and other Tuatha'an drop their belongings, and they link arms to form a wall.
Valda: The Way of the Leaf against the Way of the Light. Hmm.
Valda strikes Ila, knocking her back. Raen catches her. Whitecloaks behind Valda dismount their horses and approach the Tuatha'an.
Aram: Hurry. This way.
Aram leads Perrin and Egwene them away. Ila stands and relinks arms, standing against Valda.
Ila: You can cover the Light with the palm of a child's hand, but a Leaf, even if you crush it, bury it, burn it, it becomes a part of the earth... and the air.
As Aram, Perrin, and Egwene run through the woods, they hear screaming and shouting behind them.
Egwene: We can't just leave them!
Aram: Whitecloaks may be bastards, but they won't kill Tuatha'an. Come on, hurry. Come on, this way. There's a village nearby who've always been good to us.
Whitecloaks on horseback knock Aram down and encircle Egwene and Perrin.
Egwene: Aah! Aram! Aram!
In the small library of The Light's Blessing Inn, Rand opens a book.
Rand: The Karaethon Cycle.
Oh. I didn't even hear you come in.
Rand gasps at the sight of Loial, dropping the book and drawing his sword.
Rand: Stay back!
] Oh, dear. You humans are very excitable. My first day in Tar Valon, I could not believe the uproar. Children cried, women screamed, and a mob chased me all the way across the city, waving knives. I'm afraid I was almost beginning to get a little upset. I tell you, it was not for this I left the Stedding
Loial calmly picks up the book Rand dropped and returns it to the shelf.
Rand: Stedding? You're an ogre?
. Loial, son of Arent, son of Halan. And who are you?
Rand: Rand. Rand al'Thor.
Rand sheathes his sword.
Your name sings in my ears, Rand al'Thor. [chuckles] It is quite exciting to meet an Aielman
. I've read much of your people.
Rand: I'm not an Aielman.
Loial: Really? Red hair is one of the few physical traits that can help you work out where a human is from.
Rand: I'm from the Two Rivers.
Loial: An Aielman from the Two Rivers?
Rand: I'm not an Aielman.
Loial: An Aielman from the Two Rivers who insists that he is not an Aielman. That is very odd. I like oddities.
Loial: You know this book?
Rand: No, I... A girl I know used to read this book every day. Thought she was Jain herself reincarnated.
Loial: [chuckles] Well, that would be quite unlikely. With all the humans all...
Rand: It's just something she thought, you know.
Loial: I see. I forget how frivolous you humans can be with your thoughts. Where is she now, this girl? Or is she a woman? You age so quickly.
Rand: I'm not sure. I came to Tar Valon because she was heading to the White Tower, but...
Bells clang outside. They look through the window.
Rand: What's going on?
Loial: The Aes Sedai are returning from battle with the false Dragon, parading him through the streets to show the people the dangers of madness and hunger for power. How far a man can...
Rand sees Mat on the street below walking with the crowd.
Rand: Sorry, I-I've got to go.
Loial: To the procession? I'll come with you. Just give me a moment to gather my things.
Rand: I'll see you out there.
Loial: Always in such a rush, these humans. Never taking time to properly prepare for what they're walking into. [chuckles]
: [indistinct chatter]
: [percussion playing]
: [man chuckling]
: [horse neighing]
: [excited chatter, gasping]
Rand: Thanks for saving me a seat.
: They're bringing in the false Dragon.
: They say he was a man who could channel, that it drove him mad.
: [people jeering]
: [shouting, jeering]
: Kill the Dragon!
: False Dragon!
: [distorted, echoing laughter]
Rand: [distorted] Mat? Mat?
: [lively chatter continues]
Mat: Let's make a deal. All right?
Rand: All right.
Mat: If it turns out it's one of us... that you or me can... channel... we won't let each other become like that.
Mat: I'm serious. I don't give a shit about this prophecy nonsense. Aes Sedai, Dragons, whatever. I won't be like that.
Rand: You won't.
Mat: You don't know that. Promise me.
Rand: I promise. You'd do the same for me?
Mat: You bet.
Lan: How was the procession?
Ihvon: He'll be picking tomato out of his hair for weeks.
Maksim: It was all worth it to see Liandrin's face when she accidentally got hit with a radish.
Stepin: Haven't worn white since my father's funeral. I hated him, you know. After he died, I... used to go out, piss drunk before I even got to the bar, fight the smallest, weakest guy in there... and beat him. Then I started picking on people who could fight back, half hoping they would just... put a stop to me. That's when I met Kerene. Stupid young boy with a death wish, facing off against an Aes Sedai. She just laughed at me... and then bought me a drink. Somehow, we became friends. Or rather, she gave me the honor of becoming her friend. And when she needed a Warder, she was already so powerful that she could have had anybody she wanted, but... she asked for me. I couldn't believe it. I knew I wasn't worthy. I told her to reconsider, but she... wouldn't. She just rolled her eyes at me, and that was that. We bonded... and I had to become worthy of her.
Maksim: My dad tried to kill me when I was 12. So... stop your whining.
: White Tower gave me the first real family I ever had.
: You're right.
: It's good that you lads always have each other.
: Probably ten more Warders, if Alanna had her way.
: [Maksim and Ihvon chuckle]
: Including you, old friend.
: If you bond another Aes Sedai...
Stepin: First, you lose Moiraine, and then tell me how easy it is to jump from one woman to the next.
: It's time.
: ♪ ♪
: [door opens]
: ♪ ♪
Alone, Stepins steps forward toward a large flame. He removes Kerene's ring from the cord around his neck. He kisses it reverently, and lets it go into the molten gold around the flame.
Moiraine sits in her room. Lan enters without knocking. He places his hand on her arm and kneels beside her. She covers his hand with hers, and they share a look. Lan looks down at her ring, and touches it with a sigh.
: [birds chirping]
man: Come on, now. Put your back into it.
: [birds cawing]
: [indistinct chatter]
: [pained gasps]
: [distorted scraping]
: [echoing gasps]
: [hair ripping]
Valda: Open your eyes, child. That's better. All covered up. Hands.
: [breath shuddering]
Valda: Bring him in.
: [muffled grunting]
: [muffled shouting]
Valda: If you care for her, boy, don't fight.
: [muffled grunting]
Egwene: Sir, please...
Valda: Call me Child Valda. The authority is in the Light, not me.
: [muffled grunting quiets]
Egwene: Child Valda, we are not who you think. W-We're nothing. We're no...
Valda: We are all someone important under the Light. But you're right. You're not who I thought you were. An Aes Sedai would have tried to channel already, so I would have taken your hands already. You know, one of those witches once told me that you don't actually need your hands to channel. That the use of the hands, of any motions or words, is just a crutch.
Egwene: I can't channel.
Valda: There. We've proved it, then. Because Aes Sedai certainly cannot lie, as much as they're able to twist the truth. So let's say you're not an Aes Sedai, and that this boy-- Perrin?-- is not your Warder. The Light must have brought you before me for a reason. Twice. The Light never does anything without a purpose.
Egwene: I assure you, sir...
Valda: Child Valda.
Egwene: Child Valda. I'm just a girl from a mountain village who should have never left. Please, just let us go. Please.
Valda: But you can touch the One Power. I know you can. So stop me from killing you.
: [muffled grunting]
Valda: I'm sorry?
Egwene: I can't channel. You said yourself you're sworn to the Light. And a man of the Light cannot kill a girl who's done nothing wrong.
Valda: [chuckles] And what makes you think that I'm a man who stays true to his oaths? That I won't just bleed you out right here and now?
Egwene: If you're going to do it, then do it. But know this-- I'll come back in my next life and split you from head to tail like the pig you are!
Valda: [chuckles] You would have made a strong Aes Sedai. A wonderful ring to add to my collection.
: [low grunting]
: Don't. No! No!
: [distorted screaming]
: Why are you doing this?!
Valda: Because we humans are meant to be of this Earth, to struggle and fight for everything we have. The Creator never meant for us to have access to so much power.
: [muffled yelling]
Valda: You witches make a mockery of our very existence, walking like gods amongst men.
Valda: The idea that the One Power comes from anywhere other than the Dark is absurd. So I have been called to stamp it out.
: [gasping breaths]
Valda: Woman by woman by woman. Channel for me, girl, and I'll kill you and let the boy go. Don't channel, and I'll kill the boy and let you go. I'll leave you two to discuss. Decide which one of you it will be.
Someone knocks at the door to Nynaeve's room in the Warders quarters. She opens it.
Stepin: Heard you'd been locked up here, too. I wondered... if I could get a bit more of that tea you had. For sleeping. It's not really goats' tongues, is it?
Nynaeve chuckles as she goes to her herb pouch to retrieve a packet.
Nynaeve: Goatstongue is a plant.
Nynaeve: Are you still having trouble sleeping?
Stepin: I, uh... I... I lie there... and, uh, just as I'm about to drift off, the pain goes away.
Stepin: No. That's the only thing I have left of her. The pain. I'm not ready to let go of it yet.
Nynaeve: Don't worry. I promise you the pain will never go away.
Nynaeve hands the packet to him.
Stepin: Thank you.
Stepin leaves. Nynaeve considers her open door.
Nynaeve walks through the Warders hall, where large statues of Warders stand. Nynaeve looks up at them.
Liandrin: Escaped, did you? [chuckles softly] They're almost as old as the Tower itself. Representing the tens of thousands of men who bonded themselves to my sisters. Standing guard outside the Hall... in death as they did in life. [chuckles softly]
don't have Warders.
Liandrin: No. Never.
Nynaeve: Because you hate men.
Liandrin: [chuckles softly] Is that a question or a statement? Some of my Red sisters, perhaps. Women hold the One Power, but men still control much of this world. And they are rarely kind to little girls who show a spark of being greater than they are. [chuckles] Well, now you've escaped Moiraine's cage, you should enjoy your freedom. Hmm? That way leads to the library, then on to the gardens. [gasps softly] The persimmons are in season. Mmm. [chuckles]
Liandrin walks off.
The Light's Blessing Inn
Rand and Mat's room
Rand sits besides Mat's bed, where Mat rests. There's a pounding at the door.
Loial: Rand al'Thor. Did you know that Ogier have access to the White Tower grounds?
Rand: Um, no. But why...
Loial: I went there and found the woman you spoke of.
Nynaeve hurries in behind Loial.
Rand: By the Light.
Loial: The braid is a distinct rite of passage in the Two Rivers.
Rand and Nynaeve hug.
Rand: We thought you were dead.
Loial: It was really very simple.
Nynaeve: Where's Egwene? And Perrin?
Rand: On their way, I think.
Mat groans, and Nynaeve turns to him.
Nynaeve: Oh... What happened to him?
Nynaeve goes to Mat. He opens his eyes.
Nynaeve: Who else could I be?
Mat: You're alive.
Nynaeve: So are you. Barely. Show me your tongue.
Mat: Don't touch me!
Mat grabs her wrist to stop her examing him. There's the soft sound of distorted, overlapping whispers. The whispers fade. Mat relaxes.
Mat: I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Nynaeve: Sleep, Mat. You need to rest.
Rand sits on a bench in the hallway. Nynaeve stands beside him.
Rand: I think he can channel.
Nynaeve: Have you seen it?
Rand: No, but he's losing himself. I know Moiraine said we should come to her at the White Tower. I don't know if we can trust her. We saw what the Aes Sedai did to the false Dragon.
Nynaeve: You've done well. To bring him here. To take care of him. We don't need the Aes Sedai. We're Two Rivers folk. I'll heal what I can, and when Egwene and Perrin arrive, we'll sort out the rest. Together.
Rand: I haven't seen her in a month now.
Nynaeve: She's alive. You know, when Egwene was little, barely ten, her parents brought her to us, the Old Wisdom and I. She had an infection already set into her muscles. They were cramping so badly that her legs were bent backwards on themselves. That's why they call it breakbone fever. Usually before the person dies, they snap their own legs and arms in half. The Old Wisdom, she, um... she didn't know what to do. So she started making a tea to ease her passing. But I couldn't. So I took Egwene's hands, and she held on so tight. She looked at me and she said, "I'm not ready." She was so small. She just lay there the whole night while her own body tried to break itself in half. And she didn't cry. [chuckles, sniffles] Not once. And she refused the Wisdom's tea. In the morning, the fever had broken. Not her.
Rand: Sounds about right.
Nynae: Egwene is many things, but above all else, she's unbreakable.
Still tied to a chair, Egwene takes a deep breath and looks up. She strains, trying to channel.
Perrin: Egwene, stop. If it has to be one of us, it should be me.
Perrin: This is what I deserve. Laila. I killed her.
Egwene: No. No, Laila's death was not your fault.
Perrin: Yes, it was! We were fighting them off together. The Trollocs. Then I killed one. But then I heard another from behind me, and I swung with all my strength. But it was her. My own hands. My own ax. [crying] I killed her. I killed my wife. This is what I deserve.
Egwene: [whispers] No.
Valda: Have we reached a decision?
Egwene and Perrin don't answer.
Valda: Very well. No decision is still a decision. Eventually, the boy will bleed out.
Egwene: It was an accident, Perrin. Not your fault.
Perrin screams as Valda cuts his back.
Egwene: And it may take you your whole life to realize that, but you will.
Outside in the distance is the sound of barking and howling. Perrin screams.
Egwene: I promise. You will.
Perrin: No. Egwene, no!
Egwene: Drift. Just drift.
Valda: Ah. There you are.
Swirls of magic come to Egwene's hand and take the shape of fire. She launches it at Valda. It fizzles against his chest.
Valda: You'll find me harder to kill than that, girl. Especially with a flame so small.
Egwene looks at Perrin. Unnoticed by Valda, the ropes binding Perrin sizzle.
Valda: In truth, I was expecting more.
The ropes snap. Perrin rises, growling, and moves toward Valda.
Valda: Light protect me. What are you?!
Valda drops his dagger. Egwene, who has also released herself, picks it up and stabs him in the shoulder. Valda drops. The clamor outside the tent is getting louder. Perrin come to his senses.
Perrin: Let's go.
Egwene grabs Valda's collection of Aes Sedai rings and they leave the tent. Men are yelling throughout the camp, being attacked by wolves.
Whitecloak: Keep moving!
Egwene and Perrin run through the camp. Another Whitecloak steps in their path.
Whitecloak: You two, stop.
A wolf attacks the man.
Perrin: Come on. Come on.
Perrin and Egwene keep running. A wolf steps out before them. It growls and barks.
Perrin: He won't hurt us.
Egwene: How do you know?
Perrin: Come on. Go.
Two young women in white walk down the hallway past Moiraine. Liandrin comes up the hallway after Moiraine.
Liandrin: You heading to bed, sister? I'm surprised you remember where your chamber is. How long has it been? Two years?
Moiraine: [chuckles softly]
Liandrin: And to return with such a prize. Where is Nynaeve? Safely hidden away, I assume.
Moiraine: No doubt she's resting after her long journey.
Liandrin: You look a little worse for wear, too.
Liandrin tucks Moiraine's hair behind her ear. Her finger strokes Moiraine's jaw. Moiraine doesn't respond and Liandrin drops her hand.
Liandrin: You know, the trouble with... always coming and going, Moiraine, is that when Nynaeve becomes a Novice-- and despite her distressing mistrust of Aes Sedai, she will become a Novice-- you won't be here to guide her. A girl with her raw talent and lack of control will need mentoring.
Moiraine: And you think she will choose Red? The Wisdom of the Two Rivers, after her first channeling healed the dying?
Mm. Our Yellow sisters
will be desperate to get their hands on her, it's true.
Liandrin: But there's a certain... force of will she cannot hide. A sense that the world would be better if everyone obeyed the rules. Her rules.
Moiraine: One thing she doesn't share, though, is your contempt for men.
Moiraine: So I suggest you look for converts elsewhere.
Stepin stands before a small altar with wooden figurines.
Not many people still make offerings to ward off the Forsaken
Stepin: These belonged to my mother. The only thing left in her house when she died.
Lan: And who are you trying to keep away?
... Father of Lies. I need to see clearly now. I need to see the truth. Do you believe any of it? Think they can still touch our world?
Lan: The Forsaken sold their souls to the Dark One for eternal life. Even if the last Dragon sealed them away...
Stepin: Eternity's a very long time.
Stepin: [whispers] A very long time.
Lan: Hey. Enough of this.
Lan: I'll stay with you till morning.
Do you think Stepin will accept your offer
Alanna: I don't know. When a Warder loses his Aes Sedai, the pain is so deep. It's almost like he's swallowed her death.
Moiraine: I read once there's a way to release the bond.
Alanna: Oh. There, now, sister. Don't do that. Lan has nothing to worry about. You'll be here with us a long time yet. What have you been doing out there all these years?
Moiraine: Now, unless you've made it a habit to use this as your dining room, I'm assuming you have a reason for coming.
Alanna: I got word that the Amyrlin's returning from Caemlyn. She's summoned us to the Hall... to answer for Logain. She's out for blood, looking for someone to blame.
Moiraine: Siuan Sanche is many things... [sighs] but she's never turned on a sister without cause.
Alanna: Moiraine, this place isn't what it was when you left. You're one of the only sisters strong enough to challenge her.
Moiraine: But I have no designs on the Seat. I never have.
Alanna: No one has any idea what you have designs on. Liandrin's strength is growing. More and more sisters are listening to her, and not just the Reds. All I'm saying is, for someone who's rarely in the Tower, you have two very powerful enemies here. Be careful, my friend.
Moiraine: Thank you for the warning.
Alanna: One day, you'll have to trust someone with your secrets, or they'll scour you from the inside out and leave you bare as this room. Good night, Moiraine.
Alanna leaves. Moiraine opens the door of a small art piece on her wall, showing a painting.
Stepin: Well... maybe when I'm bonded with Alanna and... feel her bond to... Ihvon and Maksim, but... still... I don't know, I've, uh... never been with a man.
Lan: Two men.
Stepin: [chuckles] Certainly not two men. But hey, there's a first time for everything.
Lan: Well, you're... you're assuming they want you.
Stepin: [laughs] What's not to want? Huh? [chuckles] Tell me about the Wisdom.
Lan: Nothing to tell.
Stepin: Because you've never been a talker. But I have eyes. She touched the One Power for the first time to save your life.
Lan: And barely spoken to me since.
Stepin: She's stubborn. Knows her own mind. Knows she's falling for you.
Lan: That's a bad idea for her.
Stepin: Love's usually a bad idea. Still, we allow it to happen, or... this life would be intolerable.
Lan: Well, I can tolerate a lot.
Stepin: I know.
Lan takes a drink of tea.
Dawn comes to Tar Valon. Lan wakes in Stepin's room, the tea cup still in hand. He looks a the cup and then groggily gets up to see the tea Stepin used, which is the packet Nynaeve had given him to help him sleep. Lan notices a dagger missing from a set.
Lan runs through the halls, and finds Stepin sitting before the large statues of the Warders in the halls. Lan walks over and sees the pool of blood, from where Stepin has stabbed himself in the stomach with his dagger. Lan drops to his knees besides Stepin and rests his hand and his forehead to Stepin's shoulder.
In Stepin's room, Stepin is laid on a bed, wearing white. Warders and Aes Sedai surround him, all wearing white. There's a deep, dirgelike chanting.
Lead Warder: al'Lan Mandragoran. Lay your hand on him. Relieve us of our grief.
Lan steps forward. The chanting stops, and Lan places his hand on Stepin's chest. He kneels beside him. The Lead Warder begins rhythmically pounding his fist to his chest, and others join in. Lan looks up at Moiraine, and they share a look. Lan grips Stepin's hand, then pounds his fist to his own chest and cries out in anguish.