Almen Bunt

Chapter 34 - The Last Village

Almen Bunt — aliases: the old farmer (le vieux fermier)

Almen Bunt est un vieux fermier au visage coriace et sans dents, qui se tient près de son chariot. Il dispute avec Holdwin au sujet des visiteurs étranges dans le village et de son propre projet de se rendre seul à Caemlyn. Il offre une ascension à Rand et Mat, parlant sans cesse de la reine Morgase, de la Tour Blanche et de l'histoire politique d'Andor.

Chapter 35 - Caemlyn

— aliases: the old farmer (le vieux fermier)

Almen Bunt conduit sa charrette jusqu'à Caemlyn et offre un tour à Rand et Mat, parlant sans cesse de la reine Morgase et de l'histoire d'Andor. Il met les garçons en garde contre l'aubergiste Holdwin et le Fade, leur conseille de cacher ou de se débarrasser de l'épée, puis s'en va sans accepter de paiement ni manifester d'intérêt pour leur situation.

Chapter 46 - Fal Dara

“Ta’veren.” Loial’s sigh was a rumble like thunder on the horizon. “You swirl lives around you, Rand al’Thor, you and your friends. Your fate chooses ours.” The Ogier shrugged, and suddenly a broad grin split his face. “Besides, it will be something to meet the Green Man. Elder Haman always talks about his meeting with the Green Man, and so does my father, and most of the Elders.” “So many?” Perrin said. “The stories say the Green Man is hard to find, and no one can find him twice.” “Not twice, no,” Loial agreed. “But then, I have never met him, and neither have you. He doesn’t seem to avoid Ogier quite the way he does you humans. He knows so much about trees. Even the Tree Songs.” Rand said, “The point I was trying to make is—” The Wisdom cut him off. “She says Egwene and I are part of the Pattern, too. All woven in with you three. If she is to be believed, there’s something about the way that piece of the Pattern is woven that might stop the Dark One. And I am afraid I do believe her; too much has happened not to.” “I was only trying to—” Again Nynaeve interrupted, sharply. “I know what you were trying to do.” She looked at him until he shifted uneasily in his saddle, then her face softened. “I know what you were trying to do, Rand. I have little liking for any Aes Sedai, and this one least of all, I think. I have less for going into the Blight, but least of all is the liking I have for the Father of Lies. If you boys . . . you men, can do what has to be done when you’d rather do almost anything else, why do you think I will do less? Or Egwene?” She did not appear to expect an answer. Gathering her reins, she frowned toward the Aes Sedai up ahead. “I wonder if we’re going to reach this Fal Dara place soon, or does she mean us to spend the night out in this?”