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waiting on her。
〃Begin；〃 she said finally。
It seemed to be enough。 One of the Red Sitters stood。 Egwene was shocked to recognize Elaida。 At the same time she knew that Elaida was foremost of the Sitters for the Red； and her own bitterest enemy。 The look on Elaida's face as she stared across the chamber made Egwene shiver inside。 It was stern and cold … and triumphant。 It promised things best not thought of。
〃Bring him in；〃 Elaida said loudly。
From one of the ramps … not the one Egwene had entered by … came the crunch of boots on stone。 People appeared。 A dozen Aes Sedai surrounding three men； two of them burly guards with the white teardrops of the Flame of Tar Valon on their chests； tugging the chains in which the third stumbled as if dazed。
Egwene jerked forward in her chair。 The chained man was Rand。 Eyes half…closed； head sagging； he seemed nearly asleep； moving only as the chains directed。
〃This man；〃 Elaida proclaimed； 〃has named himself the Dragon Reborn。〃 There was a buzz of distaste； not as if the listeners were surprised； but as though it were not something they wanted to hear。 〃This man has channeled the One Power。〃 The buzz was louder now； disgusted and tinged with fear。 〃There is only one penalty for this； known and recognized in every nation； but pronounced only here； in Tar Valon； in the Hall of the Tower。 I call on the Amyrlin Seat to pronounce the sentence of gentling on this man。〃
Elaida's eyes glittered at Egwene。 Rand。 What do I do？ Light； what do I do？
〃Why do you hesitate？〃 Elaida demanded。 〃The sentence has been set down for three thousand years。 Why do you hesitate； Egwene al'Vere？〃
One of the Green Sitters was on her feet； anger bright through her calm。 〃Shame； Elaida！ Show respect for the Amyrlin Seat！ Show respect for the Mother！〃
〃Respect；〃 Elaida answered coldly； 〃can be lost as well as won。 Well； Egwene？ Can it be you show your weakness； your unfitness for your office； at last？ Can it be you will not pronounce sentence on this man？〃
Rand tried to lift his head and failed。
Egwene struggled to her feet； head spinning； trying to remember she was the Amyrlin Seat with the power to mand all these women； screaming that she was a novice； that she did not belong here； that something was dreadfully wrong。 〃No；〃 she said shakily。 〃No； I cannot！ I will not …〃
〃She betrays herself？〃 Elaida's shout drowned out Egwene's attempt to speak。 〃She condemns herself out of her own mouth！ Take her！〃
As Egwene opened her mouth； Beldeine moved beside her。 Then the Keeper's staff struck her head。
Blackness。
First there was pain in her head。 There was something hard under her back； and cold。 Next came the voices。 Murmurs。
〃Is she still unconscious？〃 It was a rasp； a file on bone。
〃Do not worry；〃 a woman said from far； far away。 She sounded uneasy； afraid； and trying not to show either。 〃She will be dealt with before she knows what is happening to her。 Then she is ours； to do with as we will。 Perhaps we will give her to you for sport。〃
〃After you make your own use of her。〃
〃Of course。〃
The distant voices moved further away。
Her hand brushed against her leg； touched bare； pebbly flesh。 She opened her eyes a crack。 She was naked； bruised； lying on a rough wooden table； in what seemed to be a disused storeroom。 Splinters stuck her back。 There was a metallic taste of blood in her mouth。
A cluster of Aes Sedai stood to one side of the room； talking among themselves； voices low yet urgent。 The pain in her head made thinking difficult； but it seemed important to count them。 Thirteen。
Another group； black…cloaked and hooded men； joined the Aes Sedai； who seemed caught between cowering and trying to dominate with their presence。 One of the men turned his head to look toward the table。 The dead white face within the hood had no eyes。
Egwene had no need to count the Myrddraal。 She knew。 Thirteen Myrddraal； and thirteen Aes Sedai。 Without another thought； she screamed in pure terror。 Yet even in the midst of fear that tried to split her bones； she reached out for the True Source； clawed desperately for saidar。
〃She's awake！〃
〃She cannot be！ Not yet！〃
〃Shield her！ Quickly！ Quickly！ Cut her off from the Source！〃
〃It's too late！ She is too strong！〃
〃Seize her！ Hurry！〃
Hands reached for her arms and legs。 Pasty pale hands like slugs under rocks； ordered by minds behind pale； eyeless faces。 If those hands touched her flesh； she knew she would go mad。 The Power filled her。
Flames burst from Myrddraal skin； ripping through black cloth as if they were solid daggers of fire。 Shrieking Halfmen crisped and burned like oiled paper。 Fist…sized chunks of stone tore themselves free of the walls and whizzed across the room； producing shrieks and grunts as they thudded into flesh。 The air stirred； shifted； howled into a whirlwind。
Slowly； painfully； Egwene pushed herself off the table。 The wind whipped her hair and made her stagger； but she continued to drive it as she stumbled toward the door。 An Aes Sedai loomed in front of her； a woman bruised and bleeding； surrounded by the glow of the Power。 A woman with death in her dark eyes。
Egwene's mind put a name to the face。 Gyldan。 Elaida's closest confidante； always whispering together in corners； closeting themselves in the night。 Egwene's mouth tightened。 Disdaining stones and wind； she balled up her fist and punched Gyldan between the eyes as hard as she could。 The Red sister … the Black sister … crumpled as if her bones had melted。
Rubbing her knuckles； Egwene staggered out into the hall。 Thank you； Perrin； she thought； for showing me how to do that。 But you didn't tell me how much it hurts when you do。
Shoving the door shut against the wind； she channeled。 Stones around the doorway shivered； cracked； settled against the wood。 It would not hold them for long； but anything that slowed pursuit for even a minute was worth doing。 Minutes might mean life。 Gathering her strength； she forced herself to break into a run。 It wobbled； but at least it was a run。
She must find some clothes； she decided。 A woman clothed had more authority than the same woman naked； and she was going to need every bit of authority。 They would look for her first in her rooms； but she had a spare dress and shoes in her study … and another stole … and that lay not far off。
It was unnerving； trotting through empty hallways。 The White Tower no longer held the numbers it once had； but there was usually someone about。 The loudest sound was the slap of her bare soles on the tiles。
She hurried through the antechamber of her study to the inner room； and at last she found someone。 Beldeine was sitting on the floor； head in her hands weeping。
Egwene stopped warily； as Beldeine raised reddened eyes to meet hers。 No glow of saidar surrounded the Keeper； but Egwene was still cautious。 And confident。 She could not see her own glow； of course； but the power … the Power … surging through her was enough。 Especially when added to her secret。