Right, but their stereotypes about things in their town are accurate. I mean, seriously, there's not one Coplin or Congar who isn't a troublemaker? Maybe it's just because I've been on the wrong end of that kind of gossip, but it really bugs me that this stereotype and a lot of the Ajah stereotypes that exist among Aes Sedai are shown as accurate. The implication is that stereotypes about things within one's own culture tend to be accurate.
Eala Sedai you're right about the early foreshadowing. There's a part in these first few chapters (MIGHT be next week's reading - I accidentally got a little bit ahead) where there's talk about the war in Ghealdan and stories of adventures and wars and Mat says "I like battles." Dun dun dun!
Did anyone else really want to see the celebrations of beltine actually happen? I kept wanting to see them get to enjoy all the fun things they mentioned about it and see the gleeman and the fireworks and Apple brandy and all that, but nooooo :rolleyes
"Just this, lad. People don't always think or behave the way you might believe they would. Those folk back there ... let the hail beat their crops into the mud, and the wind take off every roof in the district, and the wolves kill half their livestock, and they'll roll up their sleeves and start from scratch. They'll grumble, but they won't waste any time with it. But you give them just the thought of Aes Sedai and a false Dragon in Ghealdan, and soon enough they'll start thinking that Ghealdan is not that far the other side of the Forest of Shadows, and a straight line from Tar Valon to Ghealdan wouldn't pass that much to the east of us.
As if the Aes Sedai wouldn't take the road through Caemlyn and Lugard instead of traveling crosscountry! By tomorrow morning half the village would have been sure the entire war was about to descend on us. It would take weeks to undo. A fine Bel Tine that would make. So Bran gave them the idea before they could get it for themselves.
“They've seen the Council take the problem under consideration, and by now they'll be hearing what we decided. They chose us for the Village Council because they trust we can reason things out in the best way for everybody. They trust our opinions. Even Cenn's, which doesn't say much for the rest of us, I suppose. At any rate, they will hear there isn't anything to worry about, and they'll believe it. It is not that they couldn't reach the same conclusion, or would not, eventually, but this way we won't have Festival ruined, and nobody has to spend weeks worrying about something that isn't likely to happen. If it does, against all odds ... well, the patrols will give us enough warning to do what we can. I truly don't think it will come to that, though.”
I'm not done with the chapters yet, but a couple things that stood out to me so far:
- The weather is already changing, with a bad winter not even done yet when it should be. This really struck me when Rand was thinking about how there was complete silence in the woods, except the wind, and not even birds or squirrels were out, even though he didn't expect them to be.
But look at Cenn's reaction to Aes Sedai being mentioned obliquely by Ewan. He treats AS like they're a taboo subject:It also strikes me just how isolated Emond's Field is. After Mat, Rand, and Ewin talk to Moiraine and Lan, they debate whether or not Lan is a Warder. I can understand them not believing in Trollocs, which really do seem like just a story, but you'd think they would accept Aes Sedai and Warders as fact, seeing how the White Tower has such a huge influence on their world.
So perhaps talk of Aes Sedai has been suppressed, or discouraged, in the past. But because they're so isolated, there's no reason to believe the magical tales of Aes Sedai and their Warders.Cenn in Chapter 2 said:This is a decent village of decent folk, and it's bad enough to have Fain here talking about false Dragons using the Power without this Dragon-possessed fool of a boy bringing Aes Sedai into it. Some things just should't be talked about, and I don't care if you will be letting that fool gleeman tell any kind of tale he wants. It isn't right or decent.