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"Youre a driven woman, Siuan Sanche," he said. "Driven to save the world from itself. Thats how you can shrug off an oath or an order so easily. "
Siuan took a deep breath. "This conversation grew very tedious very quickly, Gareth Bryne. Are you going to tell me that other demand, or are you going to make me wait?"
He studied her stone face thoughtfully. "Well, frankly, Im planning to demand that you marry me. "
She blinked in surprise. Light! The bond said that he was honest.
"But only after you feel the world can care for itself. I wont agree to it before then, Siuan. Youve given your life to something. Ill see that you survive through it; I hope that once youre done, youll be willing to give your life to something else instead. "
She reined in her shock. She wouldnt let a fool man make her speechless. "Well," she forced herself to say. "I see you have some sense after all. We shall see if I agree to this demand of yours or not. I will think on it. "
Bryne chuckled as she turned around to regard the pavilion, waiting for Egwenes reappearance. He could sense the truth from inside her, just as she could sense it from him. Light! Now she knew why Greens married their Warders so often. Feeling his affection for her while she felt the same for him made her giddy.
He was a fool of a man. And she no less a fool of a woman. She shook her head ruefully, but she did let herself lean back against him softly as they waited, and he replaced his hand on her shoulder. Soft, not forceful. Willing to wait. He did understand her.
Egwene stood before a group of smooth faces that were far too good at hiding their anxiety. By custom, she had ordered Kwamesa to weave the ward against eavesdropping, as the sharp-nosed Gray was the youngest among the Sitters in the large tent. It looked almost empty with so few places taken. A dozen women, two from each Ajah—there would have been three of each, but the Ajahs had all sent one Sitter with the envoy to the Black Tower. The Grays had already replaced Delana with Naorisa Cambral.
Twelve Sitters, along with Egwene and one other. Egwene did not look at Sheriam, who sat in her place to the side. Sheriam had seemed troubled as she entered. Did she realize what Egwene knew? She couldnt. If she had, shed never have come to the meeting.
Still, knowing she was there—and knowing what she was—made
Egwene nervous. In the chaos of the Seanchan attack, Siuan hadnt been able to watch Sheriam. Why did the Keeper wear a bandage on her left hand? Egwene didnt believe her excuse of an accident while riding, her little finger getting caught in her reins. Why had she refused Healing? Blast Siuan! Instead of watching Sheriam, shed come to kidnap Egwene!
The Hall grew still, the women waiting to see what Egwenes response would be to her "freedom. " Romanda, gray-streaked hair up in a bun, sat primly in a yellow dress. She oozed satisfaction, while Lelaine— on the opposite side of the room—sulked while trying to act pleased at Egwenes return. After what Egwene had been through in the White Tower, this squabbling felt ridiculously petty.
Egwene took a deep breath, then embraced the Source. It felt so good! No bitter forkroot to squeeze her power to a trickle, no need to reach through other women to lend her strength. No need for a saangreal. Sweet though the fluted wands power had been, being strong in and of herself was even more satisfying.
Several of the women frowned at the action, and not a few of them embraced the Source themselves, as if by reflex, looking about as if for danger.
"There will be no need for that," Egwene said to the women. "Not yet. Please release the Source. "
They were hesitant, but—ostensibly—they accepted her as Amyrlin. One by one their power winked away. Egwene did not release it herself.
"I am very glad to see that you returned safely, Mother," Lelaine said. She skirted the Three Oaths by adding the word "safely. "
"Thank you," Egwene said calmly.
"You said that there were important revelations to make," Varilin added. "Is this regarding the Seanchan attack?"
Egwene reached to the pouch on her skirt and pulled its contents free. A smooth white rod with the numeral three inscribed on it in the script of the Age of Legends, near the base. There were several gasps.
Egwene wove Spirit into the Rod, then spoke in a clear voice. "I vow that I will speak no word that is not true. " She felt the oath fall over her like a physical thing, her skin growing tighter, prickling. It was easy to ignore; the pain was nothing compared with what she had been through. "I vow that I will make no weapon for one man to kill another. I vow that I will never use the One Power as a weapon except against Darkfriends and Shadowspawn, or in the last extreme of defending my life or that of my Warder or of another sister. "
The Hall was silent. Egwene released her weave. Her skin felt so odd! As if someone had pinched the excess up at the base of her neck and along her spine, yanking it and binding it in place.
"Let it no longer be thought that I can avoid keeping the Three Oaths," Egwene announced. "Let it no longer be breathed that I am not fully Aes Sedai. " None of them said anything about her not having taken the test to gain the shawl. She would see to that another day. "And now that youve seen me use the Oath Rod and know that I cannot lie, I will tell you something. During my time in the White Tower, a sister came to me and confided that she was Black Ajah. "
The womens eyes bulged, and several gasped quietly.
"Yes," Egwene said. "I know we dont like to speak of them, but can any of us honestly claim that the Black Ajah does not exist? Can you hold to the oaths while saying that youve never considered the possibility— even the likelihood—of there being Darkfriends among us?"
Nobody dared to. The tent felt hot despite the early hour. Stuffy. None of them sweated, of course—they knew the age-old trick of avoiding that.
"Yes," Egwene said, "It is shameful, but it is a truth that we—as the leaders of our people—must admit. Not in public; but among ourselves there is no avoiding it. I have seen firsthand what distrust and quiet politicking can do to a people. I will not see the same disease infect us here. We are of different Ajahs, but we are single in purpose. We need to know that we can trust one another implicitly, because there is very little else in this world that can be trusted. "
Egwene looked down at the Oath Rod, which shed fetched early in the morning from Saerin. She rubbed her thumb on it. / wish youd been able to find this when you visited, Verin, she thought. Perhaps it wouldnt have saved you, but I would have liked to try, I could use your aid.
Egwene looked up. "I am not a Darkfriend," she announced to the room. "And you know it cannot be a lie. "
The Sitters looked perplexed. Well, they would soon see the point.
"It is time for us to prove ourselves," Egwene said. "Some clever women in the White Tower hit upon this idea, and I intend to expand it. We will each in turn use the Oath Rod to release ourselves from the Three Oaths, then reswear them in turn. Once we are all bound, we will be able to promise that we are not servants of—"
Sheriam embraced the Source. Egwene had been anticipating that. She slammed a shield between Sheriam and the Source, causing the woman to gasp. Berana cried out in shock, and several other women embraced the Source, looking this way and that.
Egwene turned and met Sheriams eyes. The womans face was nearly as red as her hair, and she was breathing in and out quickly. Like a captured rabbit, its leg in a snare, eyes wide with fright. She clutched her bandaged hand.
Oh, Sberiam, Egwene thought. / had hoped that Verin was wrong about you.
"Egwene?" Sheriam asked uncomfortably. "I was just—"
Egwene stepped forward. "Are you Black Ajah, Sheriam?"
"What? Of course not!"
"Do you consort with the Forsaken?"
"No!" Sheriam said, glancing to the sides.
"Do you serve the Dark One?"
"No!"
"Have you been released from your oaths?"
"No!"
"Of course not, I never—" She froze.
And thank you for that trick as well, Verin, Egwene thought with a mental sigh.
The tent grew very, very still.
"I misspoke, of course," Sheriam said, sweating nervously. "I didnt know what question I was answering. I cant lie, of course. None of us can. . . . "
She trailed off as Egwene held out the Oath Rod. "Prove it, Sheriam. The woman who came to me in the Tower gave me your name as a leader among the Black Ajah. "
Sheriam met Egwenes eyes. "Ah, then," the woman said softly, eyes mournful. "Who was it, now, who came to you?"
"Verin Mathwin. "
"Well, well," Sheriam said, settling back on her chair. "Never expected it of her, Ill say. How did she get past the oaths to the Great Lord?"
"She drank poison," Egwene said, heart twisting.
"Very clever. " The flame-haired woman nodded. "I could never bring myself to do such a thing. Never indeed. . . . "
Egwene wove bonds of Air and wrapped Sheriam in them, then tied off the weaves. She turned back to an incredulous group of women, whitefaced. Some terrified. "The world marches to the Last Battle," Egwene said sternly. "Did you expect that our enemies would leave us alone?"
"Who else?" Lelaine whispered. "Who else was mentioned?"
"Many others," Egwene said. "Sitters among them. "
Moria leaped to her feet and ran for the exit. She barely made it two steps. A dozen different sisters enclosed the former Blue with shields and bound her in weaves of Air. In seconds, she was hanging, gagged, tears leaking down the sides of her oval face.
Romanda clicked her tongue, walking around the woman. "Both from the Blue," she noted. "This was a dramatic way to make the revelations, Egwene. "
"You will address me as Mother, Romanda," Egwene said, walking down from the dais. "And it is not so odd that there would be a higher percentage of them among the Blue here, since that entire Ajah fled the White Tower. " She held up the Oath Rod. "The reason I had to make the revelation this way was simple. How would you have responded if Id simply declared them to be Black without offering proof?"
Romanda nodded her head. "You are correct on both counts, Mother," she admitted.
"Then you wouldnt mind being the first to retake the oaths, I presume?"
Romanda hesitated only briefly, glancing at the two women bound in Air. Almost everyone in the room held to the Source, eyeing the others as if they might grow coppersnakes for hair at any moment.
Romanda took the Oath Rod, and did as instructed, releasing herself from the oaths. The process was obviously painful, but she held herself to a controlled, hissing intake of breath. The others watched carefully for a trick, but Romanda was straightforward in reswearing. She handed the rod back to Egwene. "I am not a Darkfriend," she said. "And I never have been. "
Egwene accepted the Oath Rod back. "Thank you, Romanda," she said. "Lelaine, do you wish to be next?"
"Gladly," the woman said. She probably felt a need to vindicate the Blue. One by one, the other women forswore—gasping or hissing at the pain of it—then swore again and promised that they were not Dark-friends. Egwene let out a silent sigh of relief at each one. Verin had admitted that there would be sisters she didnt get, and that Egwene might discover other members of the Black among the Sitters.
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