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about them。
There were angreal； like the round little man in Rand's coat pocket； and sa'angreal； like Callandor； that increased the amount of the Power that could be safely handled as much over angreal as angreal did over channeling unaided。 Both were very rare； and prized by Aes Sedai； though they could only recognize those attuned to women and saidar。 These two figures were something else； not so rare； but just as highly valued。 Ter'angreal had been made to use the Power not magnify it； but to use it in specific ways。 The Aes Sedai did not know the intended purpose even of most ter'angreal they had in the White Tower； some they used； but without knowing whether the use they put them to was anything like the function they had been made for。 Rand knew the function of these two。
The male figure could link him to a huge replica of itself； the most powerful male sa'angreal ever made； even if he were on the other side of the Aryth Ocean from it。 It had only been finished after the Dark One's prison was resealed … How do I know that？ … and hidden before any of the male Aes Sedai going mad could find it。 The female figure could do the same for a woman； joining her to the female equivalent of the great statue he hoped was still almost pletely buried in Cairhien。 With that much power。。。 Moiraine had said death could not be Healed。
Unbidden； unwanted； memory returned of the next…to…last time he had dared let himself hold Callandor； images floating beyond the Void。
The body of the dark…haired girl； little more than a child； lay sprawled with eyes wide and fixed on the ceiling； blood blackening the bosom of her dress where a Trolloc had run her through。
The Power was in him。 Callandor blazed； and he was the Power。 He channeled； directing flows into the child's body； searching； trying； fumbling； she lurched to her feet； arms and legs unnaturally rigid and jerky。
〃Rand； you cannot do this；〃 Moiraine cried。 〃Not this！〃
Breathe。 She had to breathe。 The girl's chest rose and fell。 Heart。 Had to beat。 Blood already thick and dark oozed from the wound in her chest。 Live； burn you！ his mind howled。 I didn't mean to be too late！ Her eyes stared at him； filmed； heedless of all the Power in him。 Lifeless。 Tears trickled unheeded down his cheeks。
He forced the memory away roughly； even encased in the Void； it hurt。 With this much Power。。。 With this much Power； he could not be trusted。 〃You are not the Creator；〃 Moiraine had told him as he stood over that child。 But with that male figure； with only half of its power； he had made the mountains move； once。 With far less； with only Callandor； he had been sure he could turn back the Wheel； make a dead child live。 Not only the One Power was seductive； the power of it was； too。 He should destroy them both。 Instead he re…wove the flows； reset the traps。
〃What are you doing there？〃 a woman's voice said as the wall became apparently whole again。
Tying off the flows hastily … and the knot with its own deadly surprises … he pulled the Power into him and turned。
Beside Lanfear； in her white and silver； Elayne or Min or Aviendha would look almost ordinary。 Her dark eyes alone were enough to make a man give up his soul。 At the sight of her； his stomach clenched until he wanted to vomit。
〃What do you want？〃 he demanded。 Once he had blocked Egwene and Elayne both from the True Source； but he could not remember how。 So long as Lanfear could touch the Source； he had more chance of catching the wind in his hands than of holding her prisoner。 One flash of balefire； and。。。 He could not do it。 She was one of the Forsaken； but the memory of a woman's head rolling on the ground stopped him dead。
〃You have two of them；〃 she said finally。 〃I thought I glimpsed。。。 One is a woman； isn't it？〃 Her smile could have halted a man's heart and made him grateful。 〃You are beginning to consider my plan； aren't you？ With those； together； the other Chosen will kneel at our feet。 We can supplant the Great Lord himself； challenge the Creator。 We …〃
〃You were always ambitious； Mierin。〃 His voice grated in his ears。 〃Why do you think I turned away from you？ It wasn't Ilyena； whatever you like to think。 You were out of my heart long before ever I met her。 Ambition is all there is to you。 Power is all you ever wanted。 You disgust me！〃
She stared at him； both hands pressed hard against her stomach； her dark eyes even larger than usual。 〃Graendal said。。。〃 she began faintly。 Swallowing； she began again。 〃Lews Therin？ I love you； Lews Therin。 I have always loved you； and I always will。 You know that。 You must！〃
Rand's face was like rock； he hoped it hid his shock。 He had no idea where his words had e from； but it seemed he could remember her。 A dim memory； from before。 I am not Lews Therin Telamon！ 〃I am Rand al'Thor！〃 he said harshly。
〃Of course you are。〃 Studying him； she nodded slowly to herself。 That cool posure returned。 〃Of course。 Asmodean has been telling you things； about the War of Power； and me。 He lies。 You did love me。 Until that yellow…haired trollop Ilyena stole you。〃 For an instant； rage made her face a contorted mask； he did not think she was even aware of it。 〃Did you know that Asmodean severed his own mother？ What they call stilling； now。 Severed her； and let Myrddraal drag her away screaming。 Can you trust a man like that？〃
Rand laughed aloud。 〃After I caught him； you helped trap him so he had to teach me。 And now you say I cannot trust him？〃
〃For teaching。〃 She sniffed dismissively。 〃He will do that because he knows his lot is cast with you for good。 Even if he managed to convince the others that he has been a prisoner； they would still tear him apart； and he knows it。 The weakest dog in the pack often suffers that fate。 Besides； I watch his dreams on occasion。 He dreams of you triumphing over the Great Lord and putting him up beside you on high。 Sometimes he dreams of me。〃 Her smile said those dreams were pleasant for her； but not so for Asmodean。 〃But he will try to turn you against me。〃
〃Why are you here？〃 he demanded。 Turn against her？ No doubt she was full of the Power right that moment； ready to shield him if she even suspected he meant to try anything。 She had done it before； with humiliating ease。
〃I like you like this。 Arrogant and proud； full of your own strength。〃
Once she had said that she liked him unsure； that Lews Therin had been too arrogant。 〃Why are you here？〃
〃Rahvin sent the Darkhounds after you tonight；〃 she said calmly； folding her hands at her waist。 〃I would have e sooner； to help you； but I cannot let the others know I am on your side yet。〃
On his side。 One of the Forsaken loved him； or rather the man he had been three thousand years ago； and all she wanted was for him to give his soul to the Shadow and rule the world with her。 Or a step below her； at least。 That； and try to replace both the Dark One and the Creator。 Was she pletely mad？ Or could the power of those two huge sa'angreal really be as great as she claimed？ That was a direction he did not want his thoughts to take。
〃Why would Rahvin choose now to a