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ly； forced the funnel between her teeth just as easily。 The girl panted as if running。 Cold； bitter tea filled Elayne's mouth。 She stared up at the girl in a panic that Luci's face shared。 But Luci held Elayne's mouth shut and stroked her throat with a grim if fearful determination until she swallowed。 As darkness overwhelmed Elayne； she could hear liquid sounds of protest ing from Nynaeve。
When her eyes opened again； Luci was gone； and the sands trickled through the glass again。 Nynaeve's dark eyes were bulging； whether in fear or anger； Elayne could not have said。 No； Nynaeve would not give in。 That was one of the things she admired in the other woman。 Nynaeve's head could have been on the chopping block and she would not give up。 Our heads are on the block！
It made her ashamed that she was so much weaker than Nynaeve。 She was supposed to be Queen of Andor one day； and she wanted to howl with terror。 She did not； even in her head … doggedly she went back to trying to force her limbs to move； to trying to touch saidar … but she wanted to。 How could she ever be a queen； when she was so weak？ Again she reached for the Source。 Again。 Again。 Racing the grains of sand。 Again。
Once more the glass emptied itself without Luci。 Ever so slowly； she reached the point where she could raise her hand again。 And then her head！ Even if it did flop back immediately。 She could hear Nynaeve muttering to herself； and she could actually understand most of the words。
The door crashed open once more。 Elayne lifted her head to stare at it despairingly … and gaped。 Thom Merrilin stood there like the hero of one of his own tales； one hand firmly gripping the neck of a Luci near fainting； the other holding a knife ready to throw。 Elayne laughed delightedly； though it came out more like a croak。
Roughly； he shoved the girl into a corner。 〃You stay there； or I'll strop this blade on your hide！〃 In two steps he was at Elayne's side； smoothing her hair back； worry painting his leathery face。 〃What did you give them； girl？ Tell me； or …！〃
〃Not her；〃 Nynaeve muttered。 〃Other one。 Went away。 Help me up。 Have to walk。〃
Thom left her reluctantly； Elayne thought。 He showed Luci his knife again threateningly … she cowered as if she never meant to move again … then made it disappear up his sleeve in a twinkling。 Hauling Nynaeve to her feet； he began walking her up and down the few paces the room allowed。 She sagged against him limply； shuffling。
〃I am glad to hear this frightened little cat didn't trap you；〃 he said。 〃If she had been the one。。。〃 He shook his head。 No doubt he would think just as little of them if Nynaeve told him the truth； Elayne certainly did not intend to。 〃I found her rushing up the stairs； so panicked she did not even hear me behind her。 I am not so glad that another one got away without Juilin seeing her。 Is she likely to bring others back？〃
Elayne rolled over onto her side。 〃I do not think so； Thom；〃 she mumbled。 〃She can't let … too many people … know about herself。〃 In another minute she might be able to sit up。 She was looking right at Luci； the girl flinched and tried to shrink through the wall。 〃The Whitecloaks … would take her as … quickly as they would us。〃
〃Juilin？〃 Nynaeve said。 Her head wavered as she glared up at the gleeman。 She had no trouble speaking； though。 〃I told the pair of you to stay with the wagon。〃
Thom blew out his mustaches irritably。 〃You told us to put up the supplies； which did not take two men。 Juilin followed you； and when none of you came back； I went looking for him。〃 He snorted again。 〃For all he knew； there were a dozen men in here； but he was ready to e in after you alone。 He is tying Skulker in the back。 A good thing I decided to ride in。 I think we'll need the horse to get you two out of here。〃
Elayne found that she could sit up； barely； pulling herself hand over hand along the coverlet； but an effort to stand nearly put her flat again。 Saidar was as unobtainable as ever； her head still felt like a goose…down pillow。 Nynaeve was beginning to hold herself a little straighter； to lift her feet； but she still hung on Thom。
Minutes later Juilin arrived； pushing Mistress Macura ahead of him with his belt knife。 〃She came through a gate in the back fence。 Thought I was a thief。 It seemed best to bring her on in。〃
The seamstress face had gone so pale at the sight of them that her eyes seemed darker； and about to e out of her head besides。 She licked her lips and smoothed her skirt incessantly； and cast quick little glances at Juilin's knife as if wondering whether it might not be best to run anyway。 For the most part； though； she stared at Elayne； and Nynaeve； Elayne thought it an even chance whether she would burst into tears or swoon。
〃Put her over there；〃 Nynaeve said； nodding to where Luci still shivered in the corner with her arms wrapped around her knees； 〃and help Elayne。 I never heard of forkroot； but walking seems to help the effects pass。 You can walk most things off。〃
Juilin pointed to the corner with his knife； and Mistress Macura scurried to it and sat herself down beside Luci； still wetting her lips fearfully。 〃I would not have done … what I did … only； I had orders。 You must understand that。 I had orders。〃
Gently helping Elayne to her feet； Juilin supported her in walking the few steps available； crisscrossing the other pair。 She wished it were Thom。 Juilin's arm around her waist was much too familiar。
〃Orders from whom？〃 Nynaeve barked。 〃Who do you report to in the Tower？〃
The seamstress looked sick； but she clamped her mouth shut determinedly。
〃If you don't talk；〃 Nynaeve told her； scowling； 〃I'll let Juilin have you。 He's a Tairen thief…catcher； and he knows how to bring out a confession as quickly as any Whitecloak Questioner。 Don't you； Juilin？〃
〃Some rope to tie her；〃 he said； grinning a grin so villainous that Elayne almost tried to step away from him； 〃some rags to gag her until she is ready to talk； some cooking oil and salt。。。 〃 His chuckle curdled Elayne's blood。 〃She will talk。〃 Mistress Macura held herself rigidly against the wall； staring at him； eyes as wide as they would go。 Luci looked at him as if he had just turned into a Trolloc； eight feet tall and plete with horns。
〃Very well；〃 Nynaeve said after a moment。 〃You should find everything you need in the kitchen； Juilin。〃 Elayne shifted a startled look from her to the thief…catcher and back。 Surely they did not really mean to。。。？ Not Nynaeve！
〃Narenwin Barda；〃 the seamstress gasped suddenly。 Words tripped over one another spilling out of her。 〃I send my reports to Narenwin Barda； at an inn in Tar Valon called The Upriver Run。 Avi Shendar keeps pigeons for me on the edge of town。 He doesn't know who I send messages to or who I get them from； and he does not care。 His wife had the falling sickness； and。。。〃 She trailed off； shuddering and watching Juilin。
Elayne knew Narenwin； or at least had seen her in the Tower。 A thin little woman you could forget was there； she was so quiet。 And kind； too； one day a week； she let children bring their pets to t