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favorites。 Another was； Kittens tangle your yarn； men tangle your wits； and it's simple as breathing for both。 She drew a deep breath。 〃No one will know from me； Aviendha。 I'll help you as much as I can。 If I can figure out how。〃 Not that there was much she could think to do。 Aviendha was remarkably quick at seeing how weaves were formed； much quicker than she herself。
Aviendha merely nodded and scrambled clumsily into her saddle； showing a bit more grace than the Sea Folk。 〃There was a man watching； Elayne； and he was no servant。〃 Looking Elayne right in the eye； she added； 〃He frightened me。〃 An admission she likely would have made to no one else in the world。
〃We're safe from him now； whoever he was；〃 Elayne said； turning Lioness to follow Nynaeve and Lan from the clearing。 In truth； it very likely had been a servant； but she would never tell that to anyone； Aviendha least of all。 〃We're safe； and in a few more hours； we will reach the Kin's farm； we'll use the Bowl； and the world will be right again。〃 Well； somewhat。 The sun seemed lower than it had in the stableyard； but she knew that was only imagination。 For once； they had gained a clear jump on the Shadow。
From behind a screen of white wrought iron； Moridin watched the last of the horses vanish through the gateway； and then the tall young woman and the four Warders。 It was possible they were carrying away some item he could use … an angreal attuned to men； perhaps … but the chances were small。 For the rest； the ter'angreal； the greatest likelihood was that they would kill themselves trying to puzzle out how to use them。 Sammael was a fool to have risked so much to seize a collection of no one knew what。 But then； Sammael had never been half as clever as he thought。 He himself would not disrupt his own plans merely on the off chance； to see what scraps of civilization he could find。 Only idle curiosity had brought him here。 He liked to know what others thought important。 But it was dross。
He was about to turn away when the outlines of the gateway suddenly began to flex and tremble。 Transfixed； he watched until the opening simply … melted。 He had never been a man to give way to obscenities； but several rose in his mind。 What had the woman done？ These barbarous rustics offered too many surprises。 A way to Heal being severed； however imperfectly。 That was impossible！ Except that they had done it。 Involuntary rings。 Those Warders and the bond they shared with their Aes Sedai。 He had known of that for a long； long time； but whenever he thought he had the measure of them； these primitives revealed some new skill； did something that no one in his own Age had dreamed of。 Something the pinnacle of civilization had not known！ What had the girl done？
〃Great Master？〃
Moridin barely turned his head from the window。 〃Yes； Madic？〃 Her soul be damned； what had the girl done？
The balding man in green…and…white who had slipped into the small room bowed deeply before falling to his knees。 One of the upper servants in the palace； Madic； with his long face； possessed a pompous dignity that he tried to maintain even now。 Moridin had seen men who stood far higher do far worse。 〃Great Master； I have learned what the Aes Sedai brought to the palace this morning。 It is said they found a great treasure hidden in ancient days； gold and jewels and heartstone； artifacts from Shiota and Eharon and even the Age of Legends。 There are said to be things among them that use the One Power。 It is said that one can control the weather。 No one knows where they are going； Great Master。 The palace is aquiver with talk； but ten tongues name ten different destinations。〃
Moridin went back to studying the stableyard below as soon as Madic spoke。 Ridiculous tales of gold and cuendillar held no interest。 Nothing would make a gateway behave that way。 Unless。。。 Could she actually have unraveled the web？ Death held no fear for him。 Coldly he considered the possibility that he had been within sight of an unraveling web。 One that had been unmade successfully。 Another impossibility casually offered up by these。。。
Something Madic had said caught his ear。 〃The weather； Madic？〃 The shadows of the palace spires had barely lengthened from their bases； but there was not a cloud to shield the baking city。
〃Yes； Great Master。 It is called the Bowl of the Winds。〃
The name meant nothing to him。 But。。。 a ter'angreal to control the weather。。。 In his own Age； weather had been carefully regulated with the use of ter'angreal。 One of the surprises of this Age … one of the smaller； it had seemed … was that there were those who could manipulate weather to a degree that should have required one of those ter'angreal。 One such device should not be enough to affect even a large part of a single continent。 But what could these women do with it？ What？ If they used a ring？
He seized the True Power without thought； the saa billowing black across his sight。 His fingers tightened in the wrought…iron grille across the window； the metal groaned； twisting； not from his grip but from the tendrils of the True Power； drawn from the Great Lord himself； that wreathed around the grillework； flexing as he flexed his hand in anger。 The Great Lord would not be pleased。 He had strained from his prison to touch the world enough to fix the seasons in place。 He was impatient to touch the world more； to shatter the void that contained him； and he would not be pleased。 Rage enveloped Moridin； blood pounding in his ears。 A moment past； he had not cared where those women went； but now。。。 Somewhere far from here。 People fleeing ran as far and as fast as they could。 Somewhere they felt safe。 No use sending Madic to ask questions； no use squeezing anyone here； they would not have been fool enough to leave anyone behind alive who knew their destination。 Not to Tar Valon。 To al'Thor？ To that band of rebel Aes Sedai？ In all three places he had eyes； some that did not know they served him。 All would serve him； before the end。 He would not allow chance slips to spoil his plans now。
Abruptly he heard something other than the thundering drumbeat of his own fury。 A bubbling sound。 He looked at Madic curiously； and stepped back from the spreading puddle on the floor。 It seemed that in his anger he had seized at more than the wrought…iron screen with the True Power。 Remarkable how much blood could be squeezed from a human body。
He let what remained of the man fall without regret； indeed； thinking only that when Madic was found； the Aes Sedai would surely be blamed。 A small addition to the chaos growing in the world。 Ripping a hole in the fabric of the Pattern； he Traveled with the True Power。 He had to find those women before they used this Bowl of the Winds。 And failing that。。。 He disliked people meddling with his carefully laid plans。 Those who did so and lived； lived to pay。
The gholam stepped into the room cautiously； nostrils already twitching with the scent of still hot blood。 The livid burn on its cheek seemed like a live coal。 The gholam appeared to be merely a slender man； a little taller than average in this time； yet it had never encounter