"Nynaeve looked, and saw the snowy-cloaked mounted column approaching them over the next low rise, perhaps half a hundred men in burnished mail and shining conical helmets, escorting as many heavily laden wagons. Children of the Light...Lan's heavy gold signet ring, the ring of the King of lost Malkier, would mean nothing to the Whitecloaks, but if they saw the Great Serpent ring..." (Over the Border 139).

"The rest of the column reached them and began to pass in a cloud of dust; the wagon drivers were roughly dressed, nondescript men, but the soldiers rode stiffly erect, their long steel lance points all slanted at exactly the same angle. Even sweaty-faced and coated with dust, they looked hard men" (OtB 141).

"'The border is five miles east,' he pronounced. 'For the time being. The first village [in Amadicia] you come to will be Mardecin. Obey the law, and you will be well. There is a garrison of the Children there'" (OtB 141).

"'The Lord Captain Commander sends food into Tarabon. Otherwise we would have Taraboner vermin over the border and stealing anything they could chew. Walk in the Light'" (OtB 141).

"Only a tall stone pillar to each side of the road marked the border between Tarabon and Amadicia" (OtB 142).

"When Mardecin appeared, from the top of a rise, the sun still had a long way to climb to its zenith. The town ahead looked too big for the name of village, nearly a mile across, straddling a small bridged stream ebtween two hills, with as many slate roofs as thatched, and considerable bustle in the wide streets" (OtB 142).

"'Mardecin's not as prosperous as it looks from a distance...You can hardly take six steps without seeing a Whitecloak or two. The garrison is about fifty men or so, with barracks over the hill from the town on the far side of the bridge. It was considerably larger, but it seems Pedron Niall is pulling Whitecloaks from everywhere into Amador...I cannot see what he is up to...The rumors are all about Niall trying to stop a war between Illian and Altara, or maybe Illian and Murandy. No reason there for him to be gathering in soldiers. I'll tell you one thing, though. Whatever that lieutenant said, it is a King's Tax that buys the food being sent into Tarabon, and the people are not happy with it. Not to feed Taraboners.'" (A Signal 148).

"There were indeed Whitecloaks scattered through the streets; if not so many as Thom had made out, still enough. Nynaeve's breath caught every time she saw a man in a pristine cloak and shining armor look at her. She knew she had not worked with the Power nearly long enough to take on Aes Sedai agelessness, but those men might well try to kill her--a Tar Valon witch, and outlawed in Amadicia--if they ever suspected a connection to the White Tower. They strode through the crowds, seemingly oblivious of the apparent poverty around them. People moved out of their way respectfully, receiving perhaps a nod, if that, and often a sternly pious 'Walk in the Light'" (A Signal 151).

"Two of the Children began sauntering over to inquire who the strangers were, but while the footman was still scrambling up to the driver's seat, the coachman cracked his long whip, shouting something about making way for a lady. her name was lost as the Children threw themselves out of the way, tumbling in the dusty street, and the coach rumbled away at a gallop toward the Amador Road" (Figs and Mice 165).

"Two men in snowy cloaks and brightly burnished mail were riding down the street toward her [in Lugard], reluctantly moving their horses aside for wagons. Children of the Light. They could be found everwhere these days" (The Nine Horse Hitch 173).

"'But I heard there's been plenty of Whitecloaks passing through [Lugard], all heading west. You think maybe old Pedron Niall's planning something? Maybe in Altara?'"
"'I know where they went...West, on the Jehannah Road, and pushing hard by what I heard"(An Old Pipe 177).

"A lord's manor in the fasion of Amadicia, topped one of the hills a few miles from the road, a huge stone foundation fifty feet high with an elaborate wooden structure atop that, all ornate balconies and red-tiled roofs. Once it all would have been stone, but many years had passed since a lord needed a fortress in Amadicia, and the king's law now required the wooden construction. No rebel lord would be able to hold out against the king for long. Of course, the Children of the Light were expempted from that law; they were immune to a number of Amadician laws" (A Small Room in Sienda 182).

"The trouble had started last night, at a place called Bellon, on a muddy stream grandly named the Gaean River, some twenty miles or so beyond the capital [Amador]. The Bellon Ford Inn was larger than the first, and Mistress Alfara, the innkeeper, offered the Lady Morelin a private dining room..." (aSRiS 183).

"The shadows were lengthening by the time they reached Sienda, a sizable village of stone and hatch with two inns...The King's Lancer [and The Truth of Light]"(aSRiS 187).

"Surprisingly, there were even more Whitecloaks in the crowded dirt streets than back in Mardecin, far more, and other soldiers besides, men in mail and conical steel caps whose blue cloaks bore the Star and Thistle of Amadicia. There must be garrisons nearby. The King's men and the Whitecloaks did not seem to like each other at all. They either brushed by as if the men wearing the wrong color did not exist, or else with challenging stares little short of drawn swords. Some of the white-cloaked men had red shepherd's crooks behind the sunbursts on their cloaks. The Hand of the Light, those named themselves, the Hand that seeks out truth, but everyone else called them Questioners. Even the other Whitecloaks kept clear of them" (aSRiS 188).

"Tall and steely slender, dark of hair and eye, he [Galad] was the most handsome man she had ever seen. Handsome was not enough; he was gorgeous" (An Unexpected Offer 220).

"Nynaeve blinked, and realized he [Galad] wore a shirt of shining mail and a white cloak with two golden knots of rank [of a Lieutenant] beneath a flaring sun" (aUO 220).

"Suddenly there was a square-faced, black-haired Whitecloak clapping Galad on the shoulder and grinning widely. Older, he [Trom] wore the same two knots of rank on his cloak" (aUO 222).

"'...And it is also right to turn us in, to the Whitecloaks or the army or both. That is the law of Amadicia, and Whitecloak law, too. Aes Sedai are outlawed here, and so is any treaty, and they had to do it in Altara because Mother [Morgase] could not legally enter Amadicia" (aUO 222).

"'It isn't the King, child.' His voice softened, for her. 'It's Pedron Niall. Ailron does what he is told usually, though he and Niall make out that it isn't so. Most of those villages have been empty since the Whitecloak War, what the Children call the Troubles. Niall was the general in the field then, and I doubt he's ever given up wanting Altara. If he controls both banks of the Eldar, he can squeeze the river trade to Ebou Dar, and if he can crack Ebou Dar, the rest of Altara will trickle into his hands like grain flowing from a hole in a sack'" (aUO 224).

"'I heard little. Thieves keep low in Amadicia, Nynaeve. First offense is branding, second is loss of your right hand, and third is hanging, whether it's the King's crown or a loaf of bread'" (aUO 224).

"'Too many people were saying the same thing, Nynaeve. There's a false Dragon in Tear. A false Dragon, and never mind prophecies about the Stone of Tear falling, or Callandor. This fellow is dangerous, and the nations ought to unite, the way they did in the Aiel War. And who better to lead them against this false Dragon than Pedron Niall? When so many tongues say the same thing, the same thought exists higher up, and in Amadicia, not even Ailron expresses a thought without asking Niall first'" (Heading West 230).

"'Mother will support Rand,' Elayne said. 'I know she will. She knows the Prophecies. And she has as much influence as Pedron Niall.'
The slight shake of Thom's head denied the last, at least. Morgase ruled a wealthy nation, but there were Whitecloaks in every land and from every land" (HW 230).

"This side of the Eldar was no better. They had passed three Whitecloak encampments before reaching their stopping place, hundreds of white tents in neat rows, and there had to be more they had not seen. Whitecloaks on this side of the river [Amadicia], the Prophet and maybe a riot waiting to happen on the other [Tarabon]" (A Question of Crimson 379).

"'Where do they [Whitecloaks] not [cause trouble]? There was a woman with one of these traveling shows who did tricks, sleight of hand. Four days ago a flaming mob of pigeon-gutted sheep-heads tore the show apart...Claimed she was...Aes Sedai. And a Darkfriend. Broke her bloody neck getting her to a rope, so I hear, but they hung her corpse anyway. Masema had the ringleaders beheaded, but it was Whitecloaks whipped up the bloody mob'" (An Old Acquaintance 427).

"The Whitecloaks at the gates [of Samara] gave Uno and Nynaeve no more mind than they gave anyone else in the steady throng, which was to say a cold suspicious stare, searching yet quick" (Encounters in Sumara 429).

"'I do not want to kill either of you, Shienaran,' he said calmly to Uno. Nynaeve had heard Elayne and Gawyn speak of Galad's sword skill, but for the first time she realized that he might really be as good as they said. At least, he thought he was. Two seasoned soldiers with blades bare, and he eyed them as a wolfhound would eye a pair of lesser dogs, not seeking a fight yet utterly confident he could take them both" (the Wheel Weaves 444).

"'Do you fla--do you know Masema's people are fighting Whitecloaks in the streets? Do you know he's bloo--he's ordered his people to take Amadicia with fire and sword? There are thousands across the blo--aagh!--the river already'" (the Price of a Ship 543).

"'Masema's people found the ship--Riversnake, or something like--not an hour after it docked, but Whitecloaks seized it. That's what started this little row. The bad news is the Whitecloaks still hold the docks. The worse is, Masema may have forgotten the ship--I went to see him, and he wouldn't hear of ships; all he can talk about is hanging Whitecloaks, and making Amadicia bend knee to the Lord DDragon if he has to put the whole land to the torch--but he hasn't bothered to tell all of his people. There's been fighting near the river, and may still be'" (tPoaS 544).

"Yet they held the mob, it was Galad who broke them. He faced their charge as though awaiting the next dance at a ball, arms folded and unconcerned, not even bothering to bare his blade until they were almost on top of him. Then he did dance, all his grace turned in an instant to fluid death. He did not stand against them; he carved a path into their heart, a clear swathe as wide as sword's reach. Sometimes five or six men closed in around him with swords and axes and table legs for clubs, but only for the brief time it took them to die. In the end, all their rage, all thir thirst for blood, could not face him" (Leavetakings 558).

"There had even been a hundred or so Whitecloaks [in Cairhien], though they had galloped out as soon as it was clear the siege had been lifted" (News Comes to Cairhien 603)

Prologue: The First Sparks Fall