“You, the blind Aiel.” “I am called Ronja.” “Well, Ronja. I have some gai’shain here helping me. By my count, there should be a lot more of them. Where are they?” “They wait until the battle is through so that they may minister to the victors.” “We’re going to fetch them,” she said. “We need every person we can get to help fight.” “They may come to you here, Berelain Paendrag, and help with tending the sick,” the man said. “But they will not fight. It is not their place.” “They will see reason,” she said firmly. “It’s the Last Battle!”
