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Doesine, looking more like a pretty boy than a Yellow sister of considerable repute,

displayed no reaction to what they were doing. She was the one actually manipulating

the weaves that stretched into the Chair, and she stared at the ter'angreal,

focusing so hard on her work that perspiration beaded on her pale forehead. They

were all Sitters, including the tall woman writhing on the Chair.

Sweat drenched Talene, matting her golden hair, soaking her linen shift till it

clung to her. The rest of her clothes made a jumbled pile in a corner. Her closed

eyelids fluttered, and she let out a constant stream of strangled moans and mewling,

half-uttered pleas. Seaine felt ill, but could not drag her eyes away. Talene was a

friend. Had been a friend.

Despite its name, the ter'angreal looked nothing like a chair, just a large

rectangular block of marbled gray. No one knew what it was made of, but the material

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was hard as steel everywhere except the slanted top. The statuesque Green sank a

little into that, and somehow it molded itself to her no matter how she twisted.

Doesine's weavings flowed into the only break anywhere on the Chair, a palm-sized

rectangular hole in one side with tiny notches spaced unevenly around it. Criminals

caught in Tar Valon were brought down here to experience the Chair of Remorse, to

experience carefully selected consequences of their crimes, On release, they

invariably Red the island. There was very little crime in Tar Valon. Queasily,

Seaine wondered whether this was anything like the use the Chair had been put to in

the Age of Legends.

"What is she... seeing?" Her question came out a whisper in spite of herself. Talene

would be more than seeing; to her, it all would seem real. Thank the Light she had
no Warder, almost unheard of for a Green, She had claimed a Sitter had no need for