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door。 〃Well？ Are you going to stand there all day？〃
The dusty room inside was perhaps ten paces square； but it held only a heap of large bags made of heavy brown cloth； each stuffed full； tagged； and sealed with the Flame of Tar Valon。 Egwene did not have to count them to know there were thirteen。
She moved her ball of light to the wall and fastened it there； she was not certain how she did it； but when she took her hand away； the light remained。 I keep learning how to do things without knowing what they are； she thought nervously。
Elayne frowned at her as if considering； then hung her light on the wall； too。 Watching； Egwene thought she saw what it was she had done。 She learned it from me； but I just learned it from her。 She shivered。
Nynaeve went straight to tumbling the bags apart and reading the tags。 〃Rianna。 Joiya Byir。 These are what we are after。〃 She examined the seal on one bag； then broke the wax and unwound the binding cords。 〃At least we know no one's been here before us。〃
Egwene chose a bag and broke the seal without reading the name on the tag。 She did not really want to know whose possessions she was searching。 When she upended them onto the dusty floor； they proved to be mainly old clothes and shoes； with a few ripped and crumpled papers of the sort that might hide under the wardrobe of a woman who was not too assiduous in seeing her rooms cleaned。 〃I don't see anything useful here。 A cloak that would not do for rags。 A torn half of a map of some city。 Tear； it says in the corner。 Three stockings that need darning。〃 She stuck her finger through the hole in a velvet slipper that had no mate and waggled it at the others。 〃This one left no clues behind。〃
〃Amico did not leave anything； either；〃 Elayne said glumly； tossing clothes aside with both hands。 〃It might as well be rags。 Wait； here's a book。 Whoever bundled these up must have been in a hurry to toss in a book。 Customs and Ceremonies of the Tairen Court。 The cover is torn off； but the librarians will want it anyway。〃 The librarians certainly would。 No one threw away books； no matter how badly damaged。
〃Tear；〃 Nynaeve said in flat voice。 Kneeling amid the clutter from the bag she was searching； she retrieved a scrap of paper she had already thrown away。 〃A list of trading ships on the Erinin； with the dates they sailed from Tar Valon and the dates they were expected to arrive in Tear。〃
〃It could be coincidence；〃 Egwene said slowly。
〃Perhaps；〃 Nynaeve said。 She folded the paper and tucked it up her sleeve； then broke the seal on another bag。
When they finally finished； every bag searched twice and discarded rubbish heaped around the edges of the room； Egwene sat down on one of the empty bags； so engrossed that she barely noticed her own wince。 Drawing up her knees； she studied the little collection they had made； all laid in a row。
〃It is too much；〃 Elayne said。 〃There is too much of it。〃
〃Too much；〃 Nynaeve agreed。
There was a second book； a tattered； leather…bound volume entitled Observations on a Visit to Tear； with half its pages falling out。 Caught in the lining of a badly torn cloak in Chesmal Emry's bag； where it might have slipped through a rip in one of the pockets of the cloak； had been another list of trading vessels。 It said no more than the names； but they were all on the other list； too； and according to that； those vessels all had sailed in the early morning after the night Liandrin and the others left the Tower。 There was a hastily sketched plan of some large building； with one room faintly noted as 〃Heart of the Stone；〃 and a page with the names of five inns； the word 〃Tear〃 heading the page badly smudged but barely readable。 There was。。。
〃There's something from everyone；〃 Egwene muttered。 〃Every one of them left something pointing to a journey to Tear。 How could anyone miss seeing it； if they looked？ Why did the Amyrlin say nothing of this？〃
〃The Amyrlin；〃 Nynaeve said bitterly； 〃keeps her own counsel； and what matter if we burn for it！〃 She drew a deep breath； and sneezed from the dust they had stirred up。 〃What worries me is that I am looking at bait。〃
〃Bait？〃 Egwene said。 But she saw it as soon as she spoke。
Nynaeve nodded。 〃Bait。 A trap。 Or maybe a diversion。 But trap or diversion； it's so obvious no one could be taken in by it。〃
〃Unless they do not care whether whoever found this saw the trap or not。〃 Uncertainty tinged Elayne's voice。 〃Or perhaps they meant it to be so obvious that whoever found it would dismiss Tear immediately。〃
Egwene wished she could not believe that the Black Ajah could be as sure of themselves as that。 She realized she was gripping her pouch in her fingers； running her thumb along the twisted curve of the stone ring inside。 〃Perhaps they meant to taunt whoever found it；〃 she said softly。 〃Perhaps they thought whoever found this would rush headlong after them； in anger and pride。〃 Did they know we would find it？ Do they see us that way？
〃Burn me！〃 Nynaeve growled。 It was a shock； Nynaeve never used such language。
For a time they simply stared in silence at the array。
〃What do we do now？〃 Elayne asked finally。
Egwene squeezed the ring hard。 Dreaming was closely linked to Foretelling； the future； and events in other places； could appear in a Dreamer's dreams。 〃Maybe we will know after tonight。〃
Nynaeve looked at her； silent and expressionless； then chose out a dark skirt that seemed not to have too many holes and rips； and began bundling in it the things they had found。 〃For now；〃 she said； 〃we will take this back to my room and hide it。 I think we just have time； if we don't want to be late to the kitchens。〃
Late； Egwene thought。 The longer she held the ring through her pouch； the greater the urgency she felt。 We're already a step behind； but maybe we won't be too late。
Chapter 27
（Dream Ring）
Tel'aran'rhiod
The room Egwene had been given； on the same gallery with Nynaeve and Elayne； was little different from Nynaeve's。 Her bed was a trifle wider； her table a little smaller。 Her bit of rug had flowers instead of scrolls。 That was all。 After the novices' quarters； it seemed like a room in a palace； but when the three of them gathered there late that night； Egwene wished she were back on the novice galleries； with no ring on her finger and no bands on her dress。 The others looked as nervous as she felt。
They had worked in the kitchens for two more meals； and in between tried to puzzle out the meaning of what they had found in the storeroom。 Was it a trap； or an attempt to divert the search？ Did the Amyrlin know of the things； and if she did； why had she not mentioned them？ Talking provided no answers； and the Amyrlin never appeared so they could ask her。
Verin had e into the kitchens after the midday meal； blinking as if she were not sure why she was there。 When she saw Egwene and the other two on their knees among the cauldrons and kettles； she looked surprised for a moment； then walked over and asked； loud enough for anyone to hear； 〃Have you found anything？〃
Elayne； with her hea