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just meant to talk at her until our tongues dried up! What reason would she have to

expect more?"

"Thank you both," Saerin put in dryly, "For stating the obvious. It's too late to go

back, Yukiri, so we might as well go forward. And if I were you, Pevara, I wouldn't

be shouting at one of the four women in the whole Tower I knew I could trust."

Yukiri flushed and shifted her shawl, and Pevara looked a trifle abashed. A trifle.

They might all be Sitters, but Saerin had most definitely taken charge. Seaine was

unsure how she felt about that. A few hours ago, she and Pevara had been two old

friends alone on a dangerous quest, equals reaching decisions together; now they had

allies, She should be grateful for more companions. They were not in the Hall,

though, and they could not claim Sitter's rights on this. Tower hierarchies had

taken over, all the subtle and not-so-subtle distinctions as to who stood where with

respect to whom. In truth, Saerin had been both novice and Accepted twice as long as

most of them, but forty years as a Sitter, longer than anyone else in the Hall,

counted for a great deal, Seaine would be lucky if Saerin asked her opinion, much

less her advice, before deciding anything at all. Foolish, yet the knowledge pricked

like a thorn in her foot.

"The Trollocs are dragging her toward the kettle," Doesine said suddenly, her voice

grating, A thin keening escaped through Talene's clenched teeth; she shook so hard

she seemed to vibrate, "I - I do not know if I can... can flaming make myself...."

"Bring her awake," Saerin commanded without so much as glancing at anyone else to

see what they thought. "Stop sulking, Yukiri, and be ready."

The Gray gave her a proud, furious stare, but when Doesine let her weaves fade and

Talene's blue eyes fluttered open, the glow of saidar surrounded Yukiri and she

shielded the woman lying on the Chair without uttering a word. Saerin was in charge,
and everyone knew it, and that was that. A very sharp thorn,