A Memory of Light (Wheel of Time, #14; A Memory of Light, #3)

by Robert Jordan

“So these are the new inacal,” the man said speculatively. “Do any of you know who I am?” The captives cringed before him. Though the Sharans had risen, the captives were smart enough to remain on the ground. None of them spoke. “I suspected not,” the man said. “Though one can never tell if one’s fame has spread unexpectedly. Tell me, if you know who I am. Speak it, and I will let you free.” No replies. “Well, you will listen and remember,” the man said. “I am Bao, the Wyld. I am your savior. I have crawled through the depths of sorrow and have risen up to accept my glory. I have come seeking what was taken from me. Remember that.” The captives cowered further, obviously uncertain what to do. Gawyn tugged on Egwene’s sleeve, motioning backward, but she did not move. There was something about that man… He looked up suddenly. He focused on the women channelers, then gazed about, peering into the darkness. “Do any of you inacal know the Dragon?” he asked, though he sounded distracted. “Speak up. Tell me.” “I did see him,” said one of the captive soldiers. “Several times.” “Did you speak with him?” Bao asked, strolling away from the captives. “No, great Lord,” the soldier said. “The Aes Sedai, they did speak with him. Not I.” “Yes. I worried you would be of no use,” Bao said. “Servants, we are being watched. You have not searched this camp as well as you claimed. I sense a woman nearby who can channel.”