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тАЬMistress Elmindreda?тАЭ

Min gave a start. The black-haired novice who stood before her was barely old enough to be away from
home, perhaps fifteen or sixteen, though she made a great effort at dignity. тАЬYes? I am. . . . That is my
name.тАЭ

тАЬI am Sahra. If you will come with me тАФ тАЭ SahraтАЩs piping voice took on a note of wonder тАФ тАЬthe
Amyrlin Seat will see you in her study now.тАЭ

Min gave a sigh of relief and followed eagerly.

Her cloakтАЩs deep hood still hid her face, but it did not stop her seeing, and the more she saw, the more
she grew eager to reach the Amyrlin. Few people walked the broad corridors that spiraled upward with
their brightly colored floor tiles, and their wall hangings and golden lamp stands тАФ the Tower had been
built to hold far greater numbers than it did now тАФ but nearly everyone she saw as she climbed higher
wore an image or aura that spoke to her of violence and danger.

Warders hurried by with barely a glance for the two women, men who moved like hunting wolves, their
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swords only an afterthought to their deadliness, but they seemed to have bloody faces, or gaping
wounds. Swords and spears danced about their heads, threatening. Their auras flashed wildly, flickered
on the knife edge of death. She saw dead men walking, knew they would die on the same day as the Aes
Sedai in the entry hall, or at most a day later. Even some of the servants, men and women with the Flame
of Tar Valon on their breasts, hurrying about their work, bore signs of violence. An Aes Sedai glimpsed
down a side hallway appeared to have chains in the air around her, and another, crossing the corridor
ahead of Min and her guide, seemed for most of those few strides to wear a silver collar around her
neck. MinтАЩs breath caught at that; she wanted to scream.

тАЬIt can all be overwhelming to someone whoтАЩs never seen it before,тАЭ Sahra said, trying and failing to
sound as if the Tower were as ordinary to her now as her home village. тАЬBut you are safe here. The
Amyrlin Seat will make things right.тАЭ Her voice squeaked when she mentioned the Amyrlin.

тАЬLight, let her do just that,тАЭ Min muttered. The novice gave her a smile that was meant to be soothing.

By the time they reached the hall outside the AmyrlinтАЩs study, MinтАЩs stomach was churning and she was
treading almost on SahraтАЩs heels. Only the need to pretend that she was a stranger had kept her from
running ahead long since.

One of the doors to the AmyrlinтАЩs chambers opened, and a young man with red-gold hair came stalking
out, nearly striding into Min and her escort. Tall and straight and strong in his blue coat thickly
embroidered with gold on sleeves and collar, Gawyn of House Trakand, son of Queen Morgase of
Andor, looked every inch the proud young lord. A furious young lord. There was no time to drop her
head; he was staring down into her hood, right into her face.

His eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed to slits of blue ice. тАЬSo you are back. Do you know where