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"Ah, good," Elaida said, noticing Egwene. "Youve finally arrived. Come here, child. "
Egwene did so, walking through the room, the last few Sitters catching notice of her. Some seemed confused, others made curious, by her presence. As she walked, Egwene realized something.
This one evening could easily undo all that shed worked for.
If the Aes Sedai here saw her subserviently waiting on Elaida, Egwene would lose integrity in their eyes. Elaida had declared that Egwene was cowed—but Egwene had proven otherwise. If she bent to Elaidas will here, even a little, it would be seen as proof.
Light burn the woman! Why had she invited so many of the women that Egwene had been working to influence? Was it simple happenstance? Egwene joined the false Amyrlin at the head of the table, and a servant handed her a crystal pitcher of glistening red wine. "You are to keep my cup full," Elaida said. "Wait there, but dont come too close. Id rather not have to smell the soot on you from your punishments this afternoon. "
Egwene clenched her jaw. Smell the soot? After an hour of scrubbing? Doubtful. From the side, she could see the satisfaction in Elaidas eyes as she sipped her wine. Then Elaida turned to Shevan, who sat in the chair to Elaidas right. The Brown was a lanky woman, with knobbed arms and an angular face, like a person made of gnarled sticks. Her eyes were thoughtful as she studied her hostess.
"Tell me, Shevan," Elaida said. "Do you still insist on those foolish talks with the rebels?"
Shevan responded. "The sisters must be given a chance to reconcile. "
"Theyve had their chance," Elaida said. "Honestly, I expected more of a Brown. Youre behaving doggedly, without a whit of understanding how the real world works. Why, even Meidani agrees with me, and shes a Gray! You know how they are. "
Shevan turned away, seeming more disturbed than before. Why did Elaida invite them to dinner, if only to insult them and their Ajahs? As Egwene watched, the Red turned her attention to Ferane, and complained to her about Rubinde, a Sitter from the Green who also resisted Elaidas efforts to end the talks. As she spoke, she raised her cup to Egwene, tapping it. Elaida had barely taken a few sips.
Egwene ground her teeth, filling the cup. The others had seen her do labor before—why, shed cracked walnuts for Ferane. This wouldnt ruin her reputation, not unless Elaida forced her to abase herself somehow.
But what was the point of this dinner? Elaida didnt seem to be making any attempt to bring the Ajahs together. If anything, she was prying those rifts wider, the way she was dismissing those who disagreed with her. Occasionally, she would have Egwene refill her cup, but it never had room for more than a sip or two.
Slowly, Egwene began to understand. This dinner wasnt about working with the Ajahs. It was about bullying the Sitters into doing as Elaida felt they should. And Egwene was simply there to be shown off! This was all about proving to the others how much power Elaida had—she could take someone that others had named Amyrlin, put a novice dress on her and send her to penance every day.
Egwene felt herself grow angry again. Why could Elaida always stir her emotions? Soup bowls were removed and plates of steamed, buttered carrots were brought, a hint of cinnamon striking the air. Egwene had not been given dinner, but she felt too sick to care about eating.
No, she thought, steeling herself. / will not end this early, like last time. I will endure. I am stronger than Elaida. Im stronger than her madness.
The conversation continued, Elaida making insulting comments to the others, sometimes with intent, sometimes with apparent unawareness. The others steered the talk away from the rebels and toward the strangely overcast skies. Eventually, Shevan mentioned a rumor about the Seanchan working with Aiel far to the south.
"The Seanchan again?" Elaida said with a sigh. "You neednt worry about them. "
"My sources say otherwise, Mother," Shevan said stiffly. "I think we need to pay close attention to what they are doing. I have had some sisters ask this child about her experience with them, which has been extensive. You should hear the things they do to Aes Sedai. "
Elaida laughed a tinkling, melodic laugh. "Surely you know how the child is prone to exaggerate!" She glanced at Egwene. "Have you been spreading lies for your friend, the fool alThor? What did he tell you to say about these invaders? They are working for him, are they not?"
Egwene didnt respond.
"Speak," Elaida said, gesturing with her cup. "Tell these women you have been speaking lies. Confess or Ill have you in penance again, girl. "
The penance she would take for not speaking would be better than suffering Elaidas rage at contradicting her. Silence was the path to victory.
And yet, as Egwene glanced down the long mahogany table, set with bright white Sea Folk porcelain and flickering red candles, she saw five pairs of eyes studying her. She could see their questions. Egwene had spoken boldly to them when alone, but would she hold to her assertions now, faced by the most powerful woman in the world? A woman who held Egwenes life in her hands?
Was Egwene the Amyrlin? Or was she just a girl who liked to pretend?
Light hum you, Elaida, she thought, gritting her teeth, seeing that she had been wrong. Silence wouldnt lead to victory, not in front of these women. You are not going to like how this proceeds.
"The Seanchan are not working for Rand," Egwene said. "And they are a severe danger to the White Tower. I have spread no lies. To say otherwise would be to betray the Three Oaths. "
"You havent taken the Three Oaths," Elaida said sternly, turning toward her.
"I have," Egwene said. "Ive held no Oath Rod, but it isnt the Rod that makes my words true. I have spoken the words of the oaths in my heart, and to me they are more dear, for I have nothing forcing me to hold to them. And by that oath holding me, I tell you again. I am a Dreamer, and I have Dreamed that the Seanchan will attack the White Tower. "
Elaidas eyes flared for a moment, and she gripped her fork until her knuckles whitened. Egwene held her eyes, and finally Elaida laughed again. "Ah, stubborn as ever, I see. I shall have to tell Katerine that she was right. Youll have penance for your exaggerations, child. "
"These women know I dont speak lies," Egwene said calmly. "And each time you insist that I do, you lower yourself in their eyes. Even if you disbelieve my Dream, you must admit that the Seanchan are a threat. They leash women who can channel, using them as weapons with a kind of twisted terangreal. I have felt the collar on my neck. I still feel it, sometimes. In my dreams. My nightmares. "
The room fell still.
"You are a foolish child," Elaida said, obviously trying to pretend that Egwene was no threat. She should have turned to look at the eyes of the others. If she had, shed have seen the truth. "Well, you have forced my hand. You will kneel before me, child, and beg forgiveness. Right now. Otherwise, I will lock you away alone. Is that what you want? Dont think that the beatings will stop, however. Youll still get your daily penance, youll just be thrown back into your cell after each one. Now, kneel and beg forgiveness. "
The Sitters glanced at one another. There was no backing down now. Egwene wished it hadnt come to this. But it had, and Elaida had demanded a fight.
It was time to give her one. "And if I do not bow before you?" Egwene asked, meeting the womans eyes. "What then?"
"You will kneel, one way or another," Elaida growled, embracing the Source.
"Youll use the Power on me?" Egwene asked calmly. "Do you have to resort to that? Have you no authority without channeling?"
Elaida paused. "It is within my rights to discipline one who isnt showing proper respect. "
"And so you will make me obey," Egwene said. "Is this what you will do to everyone in the Tower, Elaida? An Ajah opposes you, and it is disbanded. Someone displeases you, and you try to destroy her right to be Aes Sedai. You will have every sister bowing down before you by the end of this. "
"Nonsense!"
"Oh?" Egwene
asked. "And have you told them about your idea for a new oath? Sworn on the Oath Rod by every sister, an oath to obey the Amyrlin and support her?"
"Deny it," Egwene said. "Deny that you made the statement. Will the Oaths let you?"
Elaida froze. If she were Black, she could deny it, Oath Rod or not. But either way, Meidani could substantiate what Egwene had said.
"It was idle talk," Elaida said. "Just speculation, thoughts spoken out loud. "
"There is often truth in speculation," Egwene said. "You locked the Dragon Reborn himself in a box; you just threatened to do the same to me, in front of all of these witnesses. People call him a tyrant, but you are the one destroying our laws and ruling by fear. "
Elaidas eyes opened wide, her anger visible. She seemed . . . shocked. As if she couldnt understand how shed gone from disciplining an unruly novice into debating an equal. Egwene saw the woman begin to weave a thread of Air. That had to be stopped. A gag of Air would end this debate.
"Go ahead," Egwene said calmly. "Use the Power to silence me. As Amyrlin, shouldnt you be able to talk an opponent into obedience, rather than resorting to force?"
Out of the corner of her eye, Egwene saw diminutive Yukiri, of the Gray, nod at that comment.
Elaidas eyes flared in anger as she dropped the thread of Air. "I dont need to rebut a mere novice," Elaida snapped. "The Amyrlin doesnt explain herself to one such as you. "
" The Amyrlin understands the most complex of creeds and debates, " Egwene said, quoting from memory. " Yet in the end, she is the servant of all, even the lowest of laborers. " That had been said by Bal-ladare Arandaille, the first Amyrlin to be raised from the Brown Ajah. Shed used the words in her last writings before her death; those writings had been an explanation of her reign and what she had done during the Kavarthen wars. Arandaille had felt that once a crisis was passed, it was the moral duty of an Amyrlin to explain herself to the common people.
Sitting beside Elaida, Shevan nodded appreciatively. The quote was somewhat obscure; Egwene blessed Siuans quiet training in the wisdom of the former Amyrlins. Much of what shed said had come from the secret histories, but there had been a number of nuggets from women such as Balladare as well.
"What is this nonsense youre sputtering?" Elaida spat.
"What did you intend to do with Rand alThor once you captured him?" Egwene said, ignoring the comment.
"I dont—"
"Youre not answering me" Egwene said, nodding to the table of women, "but them. Have you explained yourself, Elaida? What were your plans? Or will you dodge this question just as you have the others Ive asked?"
Elaidas face was turning red, but she calmed herself with some effort. "I would have kept him secure, and well shielded, here in the Tower until it was time for the Last Battle. That would have prevented him from causing the suffering and chaos hes created in many nations. It was worth the risk of angering him. "
" As the plow breaks the earth shall he break the lives of men, and all that was shall be consumed in the fire of his eyes, " Egwene said. " The trumpets of war shall sound at his footsteps, the ravens feed at his voice, and he shall wear a crown of swords. "
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