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She did not channel, just held the Power as she lifted each item A chipped clay cup, three broken plates, a child’s h the side all fell to the ground A stone carving a little larger than her hand -- it felt like stone; it h it did not exactly look carved, for souely like roots It seemed to warm faintly at her touch; it held a resonance to saidar That was the closest word she could think of What it was real without any doubt It went on the other side of her, away frorow, but so did the other, ifin co the Power A sreen stripes; she set it down carefully without opening the hinged lid You could never tell what real A black rod no thicker than her little finger, a pace in length, stiff yet so flexible she thought she could have doubled it into a circle A tiny stoppered vial that ht have been crystal, with a dark red liquid inside The figure of a stout, beardeda book; two feet tall, it appeared to be agedarkened bronze and took both of her hands to h And none hat she truly wanted Not yet

"Is this the tihtened hastily fro her hand on her skirt "That rod feels like pain," shethe packhorse’s head blinked at the rod and edged away

Elayne eyed the rod -- Nynaeve’s occasional impressions about objects she touched could be useful -- but she did not stop sorting There had been too much pain lately to need any more, surely Not that what Nynaeve sensed was always that straightforward The rod reat deal of pain was caused without being the cause in itself The pannier was almost empty; some of as on the other side of the horse would have to be shifted to balance the weight "If there’s an angreal in this sohedien taps one of us on the shoulder"

Nynaeve grunted sourly, but she peered into the wicker basket

Dropping another table leg -- that lance for the clearing All of the packhorses were out, and thethe open space between the trees with bustle and confusion Merilille and the other Aes Sedai already sat their saddles, barely concealing their impatience to be off, while Pol fussed hurriedly with her s, but the Windfinders

Graceful afoot, graceful on their ships, they were unused to horses Renaile was trying to entle bay mare chosen for her danced slow circles around the liveriedhis hair in frustration with the other and vainly trying to correct the Windfinder Two of the stablewo to hoist Dorile, who served the Wavemistress of Clan Soray’s head, wore the tight face of soy brown gelding, but somehoithout either foot in the stirrups or the reins in her hands and having considerable trouble finding any of the the easiest time of it Horses whinnied and danced and rolled their eyes, and Windfinders shouted curses in voices that could have been heard over a gale One of theto catch otten free

There was also what she had expected to see, if Nynaeve was no longer keeping her private watch Lan stood by his black warhorse, Mandarb, dividing his gaze between the treeline, the gateway, and Nynaeve Birgitte ca her head, and a moment later, Cieryl, trotted fro out there to threaten or inconvenience theh

"I didn’t say anything," Elayne said Her hand closed on soht have been white once Or brown She knew i for you," Nynaeve gruh under her breath "I can’t abide women who poke their noses into other people’s business" Elayne let it pass without so much as a start; she was proud that she did not have to bite her tongue

Stripping away the decayed cloth revealed a small amber brooch in the shape of a turtle It looked like aht been ah it, saidar rushed into her, a torrent co angreal, but far better than nothing With it, she could handle twice as much of the Power as Nynaeve, and Nynaeve herself would do better still Releasing the extra flow of saidar, she slipped the brooch into her belt pouch with a s Where there was one, there ht be able to reason out how toshe had wished for It was all she could do not to take the brooch out again and begin probing it right there

Vandene had been eyeing Nynaeve and her for so over to theed a decent if aard curtsy,careful," Vandene said to Elayne, "and that’s very good But it s alone until they’re in the Tower"

Elayne’s htened In the Tower? Until they could be examined by someone else, hat she meant Someone older and supposedly , Vandene I havehas done that" She had taught the basics to soed the trick of it by the ti her reins idly against the pallove "Martine Janata also knehat she was doing, so I understand," she said casually "She was the last sister to really real She did it for over forty years, almost from the time she reached the shawl She was careful, too, so I was told Then one day, Martine’sroom Burned out" Even in a conversational tone, those words were a sharp slap Vandene’s voice did not alter a hair, though "Her Warder was dead from the shock Not unusual in cases like that When Martine came to, three days later, she couldn’t recall what she had been working with She couldn’t re week at all That was o, and no one since has had the nerve to touch any of the ter’angreal that were in her roo she had discovered was innocuous, innocent, even frivolous, but " Vandene shrugged "She found so she wasn