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JORDAN, Robert - Snow - Prolouge to Winter's Heart

SNOW:

The Prolouge to WINTER'S HEART

Three lanterns cast a flickering light, more than enough to illuminate the small

room with its stark white walls and ceiling, but Seaine kept her eyes fixed on the

heavy wooden door. Illogical, she knew; foolish in a Sitter for the White. The weave

of saidar she had pushed around the jamb brought her occasional whispers of distant

footsteps in the warren of hallways outside, whispers that faded away almost as soon

as heard. A simple thing learned from a friend in her long-ago novice days, but she

would have warning long before anyone came near. Few people came down as deep as the

second basement, anyway.

Her weave picked up the far-off chittering of rats. Light! How long since there had

been rats in Tar Valon, in the Tower itself? Were any of them spies for the Dark

One? She wet her lips uneasily. Logic counted for nothing in this. True. If

illogical. She wanted to laugh. With an effort she crept back from the brink of

hysteria. Think of something besides rats. Something besides... A muffed squeal rose

in the room behind her, faltered into muted whimpering, She tried to stop up her

ears. Concentrate!

In a way, she and her companions had been led to this room because the heads of the

Ajahs seemed to be meeting in secret. She herself had glimpsed Ferane Neheran

whispering in a secluded nook of the library with Jesse Bilal, who stood very high

among the Browns if not at the very top. She thought she stood on firmer ground with

Suana Dragand, of the Yellows. She thought so. But why had Ferane gone walking with

Suana in a secluded part of the Tower grounds, both swathed in plain cloaks? Sitters

of different Ajahs still talked to one another openly, if coldly. The others had
seen similar things; they would not give names from their own Ajahs, of course, but