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to a cinder where he stood!
Abruptly she became aware of what was coming through the
bond from Birgitte, anger, a reflection of hers, joining with
BirgitteТs, reflecting from Birgitte to her, bouncing from her
to Birgitte, feeding on itself, building. BirgitteТs knife
hand quivered with the desire to throw. And herself? Fury
filled her! A whisker more, and she would lose saidar. Or
lash out with it.
With an effort she forced rage down, into a semblance of
calm. A rough, seething, semblance. She swallowed, and
struggled to keep her voice level. УThe Guards will visit
every day, Master Taim.Ф And how she was to manage that in
this weather, she did not know. УPerhaps I will come myself,
with a few other sisters.Ф If the thought of having Aes Sedai
inside his Black Tower upset Taim, he did not show it. Light,
she was trying to establish AndorТs authority, not goad the
man. Hurriedly she did a novice exerciseЧthe river contained
by the bankЧseeking calm. It worked, a little. Now she
merely wanted to throw all the winecups at him. УI will
accede to your request for escorts, but nothing is to be
hidden. I wonТt have crimes concealed by your secrets. Do we
understand one another?Ф
TaimТs bow was mocking---mocking!Чbut there was a tightness
in his voice. УI understand you perfectly. Understand me,
though. My men are not farmers knuckling their foreheads when
you pass. Press an AshaТman too hard, and you may learn just
how strong your law is.Ф
Elayne opened her mouth to tell him exactly how strong the
law was in Andor.
УIt is time, Elayne Trakand,Ф a womanТs voice said from the
doorway.
УBlood and ashes!Ф Dyelin muttered. Is the whole world
just going to walk in here?Ф
Elayne recognized the new voice. She had been expecting
this summons, without knowing when it would come. Knowing
that it must be obeyed, though, on the instant. She stood,
wishing she could have a little longer to make matters clear
to Taim. He frowned at the woman who had just entered, and at
Elayne, clearly uncertain what to make of this. Good. Let
him stew until she had time to set him straight on what
special rights AshaТman had in Andor.
Nadere stood as tall as either of the two men by the door, a
wide woman, as close to stout as any Aiel Elayne had seen.
Her green eyes examined the pair for a moment before
dismissing them as unimportant. AshaТman did not impress Wise
Ones. Very little did. Adjusting her dark shawl on her
shoulders in a clatter of bracelets, she walked over in front
of Elayne, her back to Taim. Despite the cold, she wore only
that shawl over her thin white blouse, though oddly, she
carried a heavy wool cloak draped across one arm. УYou must