"You need a name. In the Old Tongue, Aes Sedai means Servants of All, or something very close. The Old Tongue doesn't translate easily." For himself, he knew only a few words, some from Asmodean, a handful from Moiraine, some that had seeped through Lews Therin. Bashere had provided what was needed, though. "Another word in the Old Tongue is asha'man. It means guardian, or guardians. Or defender, and maybe a couple other things; I told you, the Old Tongue is very flexible. Guardian seems best, though. Not just any defender or guardian, though. You could not call a man who defended an unjust cause asha'man, and never one that was evil. An asha'man was a man who defended truth and justice and right for everyone. A guardian who would not yield even when hope was gone." The Light knew, hope would go when Tarmon Gai'don came, if not before. "That is what you are here to become. When you finish your training, you will be Asha'man."
  "Aes Sedai begin as novices, then become Accepted, then finally full Aes Sedai. You will have degrees, too, but not like theirs. There will be no putting out or sending away among us." Send away? Light, he would do everything short of tying them hand and foot to stop anyone who wanted to go if he could channel at all. "When a man first comes to the Black Tower..." He did not like that name. "... he will be called a soldier, because that is what he becomes when he joins us, what you all became, a soldier to fight the Shadow, and not just the Shadow, but anyone who opposes justice or oppresses the weak. When a soldier reaches a certain stage in his skills, he will be called Dedicated, and wear this." From the bag, he took one of the badges the silversmith had made, a small gleaming silver sword, perfect with its long hilt and slanting quillons and slighty curved blade.
  "Dedicated who advance in their skill far enough will be called Asha'man, and they will wear this." Taking out the small velvet bag, he held up what it contained. Sunlight sparkled on finely crafted gold and rich red enamel. A sinuous form exactly like the one on the Dragon banner. "I suppose I was the first Asha'man" Rand told the students, "but Mazrim Taim is the second." Taim's face made stone look soft; what was wrong with the man? "I hope that all of you will become Asha'man eventually, but whether you do or not, remember that all of us are soldiers. There are many battles ahead, maybe not always the ones we expect, and at the end, the Last Battle. The Light send it is the last. If the Light shines on us, we will win. We will win because we must win."