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re the Armies of Night reign。' Nothing there to tell us if the armies Hawkwing sent were enough by themselves to defeat these 'Armies of the Night；' or even to survive Hawkwing's death。 Once the War of the Hundred Years started； everyone was too intent on carving out their own part of Hawkwing's empire to spare a thought for his armies across the sea。 It seems to me； Mother； that if their descendants still lived； and if they ever intended to return； they would not
have waited so long。〃
〃Then you believe it is not prophecy； Daughter？〃
〃Now； 'the ancient tree；'〃 Verin said； immersed in her own thoughts。 〃There have always been rumors … no more than that … that while the nation of Almoth still lived； they had a branch of Avendesora； perhaps even a living sapling。 And the banner of Almoth was 'blue for the sky above； black for the earth below； with the spreading Tree of Life to join them。' Of course； Taraboners call themselves the Tree of Man； and claim to be descended from rulers and nobles in the Age of Legends。 And Domani claim descent from those who made the Tree of Life in the Age of Legends。 There are other possibilities； but you will note； Mother； that at least three center around Almoth Plain and Toman Head。〃
The Amyrlin's voice became deceptively gentle。 〃Will you make up your mind； Daughter？ If Artur Hawkwing's seed is not returning； then this is not prophecy and it doesn't matter a rotted fish head what ancient tree is meant。〃
〃I can only give you what I know； Mother；〃 Verin said； looking up from her notes； 〃and leave the decision in your hands。 I believe the last of Artur Hawkwing's foreign armies died long ago； but because I believe it does not make it so。 The Time of Change； of course； refers to the end of an Age； and the Great Lord …〃
The Amyrlin slapped the tabletop like a thunderclap。 〃I know very well who the Great Lord is； Daughter。 I think you had better go now。〃 She took a deep breath； and took hold of herself visibly。 〃Go； Verin。 I do not want to bee angry with you。 I do not want to forget who it was had the cooks leave sweetcakes out at night when I was a novice。〃
〃Mother；〃 Moiraine said； 〃there is nothing in this to suggest prophecy。 Anyone with a little wit and a little knowledge could put together as much； and no one has ever said Myrddraal do not have a sly wit。〃
〃And of course；〃 Verin said calmly； 〃the man who channels must be one of the three young men traveling with you； Moiraine。〃
Moiraine stared in shock。 Not aware of the world？ I am a fool。 Before she realized what she was doing； she had reached out to the pulsing glow she always felt there waiting； to the True Source。 The One Power surged along her veins； charging her with energy； muting the sheen of Power from the Amyrlin Seat as she did the same。 Moiraine had never before even thought of wielding the Power against another Aes Sedai。 We live in perilous times； and the world hangs in the balance； and what must be done； must be done。 It must。 Oh； Verin； why did you have to put your nose in where it does not belong？
Verin closed her book and slipped it back behind her belt； then looked from one woman to the other。 She could not but be aware of the nimbus surrounding each of them； the light that came from touching the True Source。 Only someone trained in channeling herself could see the glow； but there was no chance of any Aes Sedai missing it in another woman。
A hint of satisfaction settled on Verin's face； but no sign that she realized she had hurled a lightning bolt。 She only looked as if she had found another piece that fit in a puzzle。 〃Yes； I thought it must be so。 Moiraine could not do this alone； and who better to help than her girlhood friend who used to sneak down with her to snitch sweetcakes。〃 She blinked。 〃Forgive me； Mother。 I should not have said that。〃
〃Verin； Verin。〃 The Amyrlin shook her head wonderingly。 〃You accuse your sister … and me？ … of 。。。 I won't even say it。 And you are worried that you've spoken too familiarly to the Amyrlin Seat？ You bore a hole in the boat and worry that it's raining。 Think what you are suggesting； Daughter。〃
It is too late for that； Siuan； Moiraine thought。 If we had not panicked and reached for the Source； perhaps then 。。。 But she is sure； now。 〃Why are you telling us this； Verin？〃 she said aloud。 〃If you believe what you say； you should be telling it to the other sisters； to the Reds in particular。〃
Verin's eyes widened in surprise。 〃Yes。 Yes； I suppose I should。 I hadn't thought of that。 But then； if I did； you would be stilled； Moiraine； and you； Mother； and the man gentled。 No one has ever recorded the progression in a man who wields the Power。 When does the madness e； exactly； and how does it take him？ How quickly does it grow？ Can he still function with his body rotting around him？ For how long？ Unless he is gentled； what will happen to the young man； whichever he is； will happen whether or not I am there to put down the answers。 If he is watched and guided； we should be able to keep some record with reasonable safety； for a time； at least。 And； too； there is The Karaethon Cycle。〃 She calmly returned their startled looks。 〃I assume； Mother； that he is the Dragon Reborn？ I cannot believe you would do this … leave walking free a man who can channel … unless he was the Dragon。〃
She thinks only of the knowledge； Moiraine thought wonderingly。 The culmination of the direst prophecy the world knows； perhaps the end of the world； and she cares only about the knowledge。 But she is still dangerous； for that。
〃Who else knows of this？〃 The Amyrlin's voice was faint； but still sharp。 〃Serafelle； I suppose。 Who else； Verin？〃
〃No one； Mother。 Serafelle is not really interested in anything that someone hasn't already set down in a book； preferably as long ago as possible。 She thinks there are enough old books and manuscripts and fragments scattered about； lost or forgotten； to equal ten times what we have gathered in Tar Valon。 She feels certain there is enough of the old knowledge still there to be found for …〃
〃Enough； Sister；〃 Moiraine said。 She loosed her hold on the True Source； and after a moment felt the Amyrlin do the same。 It was always a loss to feel the Power draining away； like blood and life pouring from an open wound。 A part of her wanted to hold on； but unlike some of her sisters； she made it a point of self…discipline not to grow too fond of the feeling。 〃Sit down； Verin； and tell us what you know and how you found it out。 Leave out nothing。〃
As Verin took a chair … with a look to the Amyrlin for permission to sit in her presence … Moiraine watched her sadly。
〃It is unlikely；〃 Verin began； 〃that anyone who hasn't studied the old records thoroughly would notice anything except that you were behaving oddly。 Forgive me； Mother。 It was nearly twenty years ago； with Tar Valon besieged； that I had my first clue； and that was only 。。。
Light help me； Verin； how I loved you for those sweetcakes； and for your bosom to weep on。 But I will do what I must do。 I will。 I must。
Perrin peered around the corner at the retreating back of the Aes Se