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Sahra came to herself with a wide-eyed start and a loud gulp. Seizing MinтАЩs sleeve with one hand, she
jumped to open one of the doors, pulling Min behind her. The moment they were inside, the novice
curtsied hastily and burst out in panic, тАЬIтАЩve brought her, Leane Sedai. Mistress Elmindreda? The Amyrlin
Seat wants to see her?тАЭ

The tall, coppery-skinned woman in the anteroom wore the hand-wide stole of the Keeper of the
Chronicles, blue to show she had been raised from the Blue Ajah. Fists on hips, she waited for the girl to
finish, then dismissed her with a clipped тАЬTook you long enough, child. Back to your chores, now.тАЭ Sahra
bobbed another curtsy and scurried out as quickly as she had entered.

Min stood with her eyes on the floor, her hood still pulled up around her face. Blundering in front of
Sahra had been bad enough тАФ though at least the novice did not know her name тАФ but Leane knew her
better than anyone in the Tower except the Amyrlin. Min was sure it could make no difference now, but
after what had happened in the hallway, she meant to hold to MoiraineтАЩs instructions until she was alone
with the Amyrlin.

This time her precautions did no good. Leane took two steps, pushed back the hood, and grunted as if
she had been poked in the stomach. Min raised her head and stared back defiantly, trying to pretend she
had not been attempting to sneak past. Straight, dark hair only a little longer than her own framed the
KeeperтАЩs face; the Aes SedaiтАЩs expression was a blend of surprise and displeasure at being surprised.

тАЬSo you are Elmindreda, are you?тАЭ Leane said briskly. She was always brisk. тАЬI must say you look it
more in that dress than in your usual . . . garb.тАЭ

тАЬJust Min, Leane Sedai, if you please.тАЭ Min managed to keep her face straight, but it was difficult not to
glare. The KeeperтАЩs voice had held too much amusement. If her mother had had to name her after
someone in a story, why did it have to be a woman who seemed to spend most of her time sighing at
men, when she was not inspiring them to compose songs about her eyes, or her smile?

тАЬVery well. Min. IтАЩll not ask where youтАЩve been, nor why youтАЩve come back in a dress, apparently
wanting to ask a question of the Amyrlin. Not now, at least.тАЭ Her face said she meant to ask later,
though, and get answers. тАЬI suppose the Mother knows who Elmindreda is? Of course. I should have
known that when she said to send you straight in, and alone. The Light alone knows why she puts up with
you.тАЭ She broke off with a concerned frown. тАЬWhat is the matter, girl? Are you ill?тАЭ

Min carefully blanked her face. тАЬNo. No, I am all right.тАЭ For a moment the Keeper had been looking
through a transparent mask of her own face, a screaming mask. тАЬMay I go in now, Leane Sedai?тАЭ

Leane studied her a moment longer, then jerked her head toward the inner chamber. тАЬIn with you.тАЭ
MinтАЩs leap to obey would have satisfied the hardest taskmistress.
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The Amyrlin SeatтАЩs study had been occupied by many grand and powerful women over the centuries,
and reminders of the fact filled the room, from the tall fireplace all of golden marble from Kandor, cold
now, to the paneled walls of pale, oddly striped wood, iron hard yet carved in wondrous beasts and
wildly feathered birds. Those panels had been brought from the mysterious lands beyond the Aiel Waste