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d eluded him； forming； then shivering into a thousand points of light； re…forming and shattering again； each point burning into his bones until he quivered with the pain and thought he must burst open。 Light help me； I can't go on。 Light help me！
He was gathering the bay's reins to turn back； to face the Worms or anything rather than what lay ahead； when the nature of the land changed。 Between one slope of a hill and the next； between crest and peak； the Blight was gone。
Green leaves covered peacefully spreading branches。 Wildflowers made a carpet of bright patches in grasses stirred by a sweet spring breeze。 Butterflies fluttered from blossom to blossom； with buzzing bees； and birds trilled their songs。
Gaping； he galloped on； until he suddenly realized that Moiraine and Lan and Loial had stopped； the others； too。 Slowly he drew rein； his face frozen in astonishment。 Egwene's eyes were about to e out of her head； and Nynaeve's jaw had dropped。
〃We have reached safety；〃 Moiraine said。 〃This is the Green Man's place； and the Eye of the World is here。 Nothing of the Blight can enter here。〃
〃I thought it was on the other side of the mountains；〃 Rand mumbled。 He could still see the peaks filling the northern horizon； and the high passes。 〃You said it was always beyond the passes。〃
〃This place；〃 said a deep voice from the trees； 〃is always where it is。 All that changes is where those who need it are。〃
A figure stepped out of the foliage； a man…shape as much bigger than Loial as the Ogier was bigger than Rand。 A man…shape of woven vines and leaves； green and growing。 His hair was grass； flowing to his shoulders； his eyes； huge hazelnuts； his fingernails； acorns。 Green leaves made his tunic and trousers； seamless bark； his boots。 Butterflies swirled around him； lighting on his fingers； his shoulders； his face。 Only one thing spoiled the verdant perfection。 A deep fissure ran up his cheek and temple across the top of his head； and in that the vines were brown and withered。
〃The Green Man；〃 Egwene whispered； and the scarred face smiled。 For a moment it seemed as if the birds sang louder。
〃Of course I am。 Who else would be here？〃 The hazelnut eyes regarded Loial。 〃It is good to see you； little brother。 In the past； many of you came to visit me； but few of recent days。〃
Loial scrambled down from his big horse and bowed formally。 〃You honor me； Treebrother。 Tsingu ma choshih； T'ingshen。〃
Smiling； the Green Man put an arm around the Ogier's shoulders。 Alongside Loial； he looked like a man beside a boy。 〃There is no honoring； little brother。 We will sing Treesongs together； and remember the Great Trees； and the stedding； and hold the Longing at bay。〃 He studied the others； just now getting down from their horses； and his eyes lit on Perrin。 〃A Wolfbrother！ Do the old times truly walk again then？〃
Rand stared at Perrin。 For his part； Perrin turned his horse so it was between him and the Green Man； and bent to check the girth。 Rand was sure he just wanted to avoid the Green Man's searching gaze。 Suddenly the Green Man spoke to Rand。
〃Strange clothes you wear； Child of the Dragon。 Has the Wheel turned so far？ Do the People of the Dragon return to the First Covenant？ But you wear a sword。 That is neither now nor then。〃
Rand had to work moisture in his mouth before he could speak。 〃I don't know what you're talking about。 What do you mean？〃
The Green Man touched the brown scar across his head。 For a moment he seemed confused。 〃I 。。。 cannot say。 My memories are torn and often fleeting； and much of what remains is like leaves visited by caterpillars。 Yet； I am sure 。。。 No； it is gone。 But you are wele here。 You； Moiraine Sedai； are more than a surprise。 When this place was made； it was made so that none could find it twice。 How have you e here？〃
〃Need；〃 Moiraine replied。 〃My need； the world's need。 Most of all is the world's need。 We have e to see the Eye of the World。〃
The Green Man sighed； the wind sighing through thick…leafed branches。 〃Then it has e again。 That memory remains whole。 The Dark One stirs。 I have feared it。 Every turning of years； the Blight strives harder to e inside； and this turn the struggle to keep it out has been greater than ever since the beginning。 e； I will take you。〃
Chapter 50
Meetings at the Eye
Leading the bay； Rand followed the Green Man with the other Emond's Fielders； all staring as if they could not decide whether to look at the Green Man or the forest。 The Green Man was a legend； of course； with stories told about him； and the Tree of Life； in front of every fireplace in the Two Rivers； and not just for the children。 But after the Blight； the trees and flowers would have been a wonder of normality even if the rest of the world was not still trapped in winter。
Perrin hung a little to the rear。 When Rand glanced back； the big； curly…haired youth looked as if he did not want to hear anything else the Green Man had to say。 He could understand that。 Child of the Dragon。 Warily he watched the Green Man； walking ahead with Moiraine and Lan； butterflies surrounding him in a cloud of yellows and reds。 What did he mean？ No。 I don't want to know。
Even so； his step felt lighter； his legs springier。 The uneasiness still lay in his gut； churning his stomach； but the fear had bee so diffuse it might as well be gone。 He did not think he could expect more； not with the Blight half a mile away； even if Moiraine was right about nothing from the Blight being able to enter here。 The thousands of burning points piercing his bones had winked out； at the very moment he came within the Green Man's domain； he was sure。 It's him that winked them out； he thought； the Green Man； and this place。
Egwene felt it； and Nynaeve； too； the soothing peace； the calm of beauty。 He could tell。 They wore small； serene smiles； and brushed flowers with their fingers； pausing to smell； and breathing deep。
When the Green Man noticed； he said； 〃Flowers are meant to adorn。 The plants or humans； it is much the same。 None mind； so long as you don't take too many。〃 And he began plucking one from this plant and one from that； never more than two from any。 Soon Nynaeve and Egwene wore caps of blossoms in their hair； pink wildrose and yellowbell and white morningstar。 The Wisdom's braid seemed a garden of pink and white to her waist。 Even Moiraine received a pale garland of morningstar on her brow； woven so deftly that the flowers still seemed to be growing。
Rand was not sure they were not growing。 The Green Man tended his forest garden as he walked； while he talked softly to Moiraine； taking care of whatever needed care without really thinking about it。 His hazelnut eyes caught a crooked limb on a climbing wildrose； forced into an awkward angle by the blossom…covered limb of an apple tree； and he paused； still talking； to run his hand along the bend。 Rand was not sure if his eyes were playing tricks； or if thorns actually did bend out of the way so as not to prick those green fingers。 When the towering shape of the Green Man moved on； the limb ran straight and true； spreading red p