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Even if you arent an Aes Sedai, you shouldnt have been placed in such terrible conditions. " Saerin glanced at Egwene. "Silviana demanded your release. She seemed to respect you a great deal, I should say. She spoke with pride in her voice of how youd received your punishments, as if you were a student who had learned her lesson well. She denounced Elaida, calling for her to be removed as Amyrlin. It was . . . quite extraordinary. "
"By the Light . . . " Egwene breathed. "What did Elaida do to her?"
"Ordered her to take up the dress of a novice," Saerin said. "Just about caused an uproar in the Hall itself. " Saerin paused. "Silviana refused, of course. Elaida has declared that she is to be stilled and executed. The Hall doesnt know what to do. "
Egwene felt a stab of panic. "Light! She mustnt be punished! We must prevent this. "
"Prevent it?" Saerin asked. "Child, the Red Ajah is crumbling! Its members are turning against one another, wolves attacking their own pack. If Elaida is allowed to go through with killing one of her own Ajah, whatever support she had from within the ranks will evaporate. Why, I wouldnt be surprised, when the dust settles, to see that the Ajah has undermined itself to the point that you could simply disband it and be done with them. "
"I dont want to disband them," Egwene said. "Saerin, thats one of the problems with Elaidas way of thinking in the first place! The White Tower needs all of the Ajahs, even the Red, to face what is coming. We certainly cant afford to lose a woman like Silviana just to make a point. Rally what support you can. We have to move quickly to stop this travesty. "
Saerin blinked. "Do you really think youre in control here, child?"
Egwene met her eyes. "Do you want to be?"
"Light, no!"
"Well, then stop standing in my way and get to work! Elaida must be removed, but we cant let the entire Tower collapse around us while it happens. Go to the Hall and see what you can do to stop this!"
Saerin actually nodded in respect before withdrawing down a side corridor. Egwene glanced back at her two Red attendants. "Did you hear much of that?"
They glanced at each other. Of course theyd been listening. "Youll want to go determine for yourselves what has happened," Egwene said. "Why havent you?"
The two glanced at her with annoyance. "The shield," Barasine said. "Weve been instructed to always have at least two to maintain it. "
"Oh, for the. . . . " Egwene took a deep breath. "If I vow not to embrace the Power until I am properly back in the custody of another Red sister, will that be enough for you?"
The two regarded her with suspicion.
"I suspected as much," Egwene said. She turned to a group of novices who were standing in a side corridor, pretending to scrub the tiles on the side wall while they gawked at Egwene.
"You," Egwene said, pointing to one of them. "Marsial, isnt it?"
"Yes, Mother," the girl squeaked.
"Go and fetch us some forkroot tea. Katerine should have some at the study of the Mistress of Novices. Its not far. Tell her that Barasine requested it for use on me; bring it to my quarters. "
The novice scrambled off to do as asked.
"Ill dose myself with that, and then at least one of you can go," Egwene said. "Your Ajah is collapsing. Theyre going to need all of the clear minds they can get; maybe you can convince your sisters that it is unwise to let Elaida execute Silviana. "
The two Reds glanced at each other uncertainly. Then the spindly one whose name Egwene didnt know cursed softly and hurried away with a flurry of rustling skirts. Barasine called after her, but the woman didnt return.
Barasine glanced at Egwene, muttered something under her breath, but remained in place. "Were waiting for that forkroot," she said, staring Egwene in the eyes. "Keep moving on to your quarters. "
"Fine," Egwene said. "But each minute you delay could cost you deeply. "
They climbed the stairs to the new novices quarters, which were scrunched up alongside the remainder of the Brown section of the Tower. They stopped by Egwenes door to wait for the forkroot. As they stood there, novices began to crowd around. In the distant corridors, sisters and their Warders ran through hallways with a sense of urgency. Hopefully, the Hall would be able to do something to contain Elaida. If she really went so far as to execute sisters for simply disagreeing with her. . . .
The wide-eyed novice finally returned with a cup and a small packet of herbs. Barasine inspected the packet and apparently determined that it was satisfactory, for she dumped it into the cup and proffered it to Egwene expectantly. With a sigh, Egwene took it and downed the entire cup of warm water. It was enough of a dose that she wouldnt be able to channel a trickle, but hopefully wouldnt be strong enough to render her unconscious.
Barasine turned and hurried away, leaving Egwene alone in the hallway. Not just alone, but alone and able to do exactly as she wished. She didnt get many of these opportunities.
Well, shed have to see what she could do with that. But first, shed need to change out of this filthy, bloodstained dress, and wash herself, too. She pushed open the door to her quarters.
And found someone sitting inside.
"Hello, Egwene," Verin said, taking a sip from a steaming cup of tea. "My! I was beginning to wonder if Id have to break into that cell of yours in order to speak with you. "
Egwene shook off her shock. Verin? When had the woman returned to the White Tower? How long had it been since Egwene had seen her? "There isnt time right now, Verin," she said, quickly opening the small locker that contained her extra dress. "I have work to be about. "
"Hmm, yes," Verin said, taking a calm sip of her tea. "I suspect that you do. By the way, that dress you are wearing is green. "
Egwene frowned at the nonsense sentence, glancing down at her dress. Of course it wasnt green. What was Verin saying? Had the woman become—
She froze, glancing at Verin.
That had been a lie. Verin could speak lies.
"Yes, I thought that might get your attention," Verin said, smiling. "You should sit down. We have much to discuss and little time in which to do it. "
CHAPTER 39
A Visit from Verin Sedai
You never held the Oath Rod," Egwene accused her, still standing by the closet. Verin remained on the side of the bed, sipping her tea. The stout woman wore a simple brown dress with a matronly cut through the bosom and a thick leather belt at the waist. The skirts were divided, and judging from the dirty boots peeking out from under the hem, she had only just arrived back in the White Tower.
"Dont be silly. " Verin brushed back a lock of hair that had escaped from her bun; the brown was marked with a pronounced streak of gray. "Child, I held the Oath Rod and swore upon it before your grandmother was born. "
"Then youve had the Oaths removed," Egwene said. It was possible with the Oath Rod—after all, Yukiri, Saerin and the others had removed their oaths and replaced them.
"Well, yes," Verin said in a motherly way.
"I dont trust you," Egwene found herself blurting. "I dont think I ever have. "
"Very wise," Verin said, sipping her tea. It was not a scent Egwene recognized. "I am, after all, of the Black Ajah. "
Egwene felt a sudden chill, like an ice cold spike pounded directly through her back and down into her chest. Black Ajah. Verin was Black. Light!
Egwene immediately reached for the One Power. But of course the forkroot made that effort futile. And Egwene herself had been the one to suggest it be given to her! Light, had she taken leave of her senses? Shed been so confident and certain following her victory that she hadnt anticipated what might happen if she ran into a Black sister. But who could anticipate running into a Black sister? Finding one sitting calmly on your bed, drinking tea and looking at you with those eyes that always had seemed to know too much. What better way to hide than as an unassuming Brown, constantly dismissed by the other sisters because of your distra
cted, scholarly ways?
"My, but this is good tea," Verin said. "When you next see Laras, please thank her on my behalf for providing it. She promised that she had some that hadnt spoiled, but I didnt trust her. Cant trust much these days, can you?"
"What, is Laras a Darkfriend?" Egwene asked.
"Heavens, no," Verin said. "Shes many things, but not a Darkfriend. Youd sooner find a Whitecloak marrying an Aes Sedai than find Laras swearing to the Great Lord. Extraordinary woman. And quite good at judging the flavor of teas. "
"What are you going to do with me?" Egwene said, forcing herself to speak calmly. If Verin had wanted to kill her, the deed would have been done by now. Obviously Verin wanted to use Egwene, and use would give Egwene opportunity. Opportunity for escape, opportunity to turn the situation around. Light, this was bad timing!
"Well," Verin said, "first I will ask you to sit. I would offer you some tea, but I sincerely doubt you want any of what Im having. "
Think, Egwene! she told herself. Calling for help would be futile; only novices were likely to hear, as her Red keepers had both run off. Of all the times to be alone! Shed never have thought that shed wish for jailers nearby.
Anyway, if she yelled, Verin would undoubtedly bind and gag her with weaves of Air. And if any novices did hear, theyd run to see what was the problem—and that would only pull them into Verins clutches as well. So Egwene pulled over the rooms single wooden stool and sat upon it, backside protesting the uncushioned wood.
The small room was still and quiet, cold and sterile, as it had been unoccupied for four days. Egwene sought furiously for an avenue of escape.
"I compliment you on what youve done here, Egwene," Verin said.
"Ive followed some little of the foolishness going on between the Aes Sedai factions, though I decided not to get involved personally. It was more important to continue my research and keep an eye on young alThor. Hes a fiery one, I must say. I worry about the lad. Im not certain he understands how the Great Lord works. Not all evil is as . . . obvious as the Chosen. The Forsaken, as youd call them. "
"Obvious?" Egwene said. "The Forsaken?"
"Well, by comparison. " Verin smiled and warmed her hands on her cup of tea. "The Chosen are like a bunch of squabbling children, each trying to scream the loudest and attract their fathers attention. Its easy to determine what they want: Power over the other children, proof that they are the most important. Im convinced that it isnt intelligence, craftiness, or skill that makes one Chosen—though of course, those things are important. No, I believe it is selfishness the Great Lord seeks in his greatest leaders. "
Egwene frowned. Were they really having a quiet chat about the Forsaken? "Why would he choose that quality?"
"It makes them predictable. A tool you can depend upon to act as expected is far more valuable than one you cannot understand. Or perhaps because when they struggle against one another, it makes only the strong ones survive. I dont know, honestly. The Chosen are predictable, but the Great Lord is anything but. Even after decades of study, I cant be certain exactly what he wants or why he wants it. I only know that this battle isnt being fought the way that alThor assumes it will be. "
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