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Aa barrow that bu his services to sharpen scissors and knives "They should resist, sorowled "They act as if they do not see anything that happens around thehed It did not help that she thought Elayne was at least partly right At first she had thought some of the Falmen submission, at least, must be a pose, but she had found no evidence of any resistance at all She had looked at first, hoping to find help in freeing Egwene and Min, but everyone took fright at the ht oppose the Seanchan, and she stopped asking before she drew the wrong sort of attention In truth, she could not iht Monsters and Aes Sedai How can you fight monsters and Aes Sedai?

Ahead stood five tall stone houses, a up a block One street short of them, Nynaeve found an alleyway beside a tailor shop, where they could keep an eye on some of the tall houses’ entrances, at least It was not possible to see every door at once--she did not want to risk letting Elayne go off on her own to watch o any closer Above the rooftops, on the next street, the golden hawk banner of the High Lord Turak flapped in the wind

Only women went in or out of those houses, and most of those were sul’das had been taken over by the Seanchan to house the dawene had to be in there, and likely Min; they had found no sign of Min so far, though it was possible she was as hidden by the crowds as they Nynaeve had heardseized on the streets or brought in froes; they all went into those houses, and if they were seen again, they wore a collar

Settling herself on a crate beside Elayne, she dug into the other woman’s coat for a handful of the small apples There were fewer local folk in the streets here Everyone knehat the houses were, and everyone avoided them, just as they avoided the stables where the Seanchan kept their beasts It was not difficult to keep an eye on the doors through spaces between the passersby Just to for a bite; just twoto attractable to open the collar -- if she really could -- did no good at all unless she could reach Egwene The apples did not taste so sweet anymore

From the narro of her tiny rooether froarden where da walked by their sul’daardens before the Seanchan knocked down the walls that separated the houses to keep their damane The trees were all but leafless, but the damane were still taken out for air, whether they wanted it or not Egatched the garden because Renna was down there, talking with another sul’daoing to enter and surprise her

Soht come -- there were many more sul’da a bracelet; they called it being co, and it was Renna ore her bracelet four times out of five If anyone ca There were no locks on the doors of dawene’s room held only a hard, narrow bed, a washstand with a chipped pitcher and bowl, one chair and a small table, but it had no room for more Damane had no need of comfort, or privacy, or possessions Damane were possessions Min had a rooo as she would, or alreat ones for rules; they had wene stood far back from theShe did not want any of the wolow that she knew surrounded her as she channeled the One Power, probing delicately at the collar around her neck, searching futilely; she could not even tell whether the band oven or made of links -- sometimes it seemed one, sometimes the other -- but it seemed all of a piece all the time It was only a tiny trickle of the Power, the ine, but it still beaded sweat on her face and made her stomach clench That was one of the properties of the a’da her bracelet, she felt sick, and the hting a candle beyond the reach of her arwene vole her tiny balls of light with the bracelet lying on the table Re still made her shudder

Now, the silver leash snaked across the bare floor and up the unpainted wooden wall to where the bracelet hung on a peg The sight of it hanging thereleashed so carelessly could have run away If a damane moved her bracelet as much as a foot from where it had last been touched by a sul’damRenna had made her do that, too -- had made her carry her own bracelet across the room Or try to She was sure it had only been minutes before the sul’dawene the screa on the floor had seewene jumped, before she realized it could not be a sul’dao, anyway; she was beginning to feel decidedly ill "Min?"

"Here I am for my weekly visit," Min announced as she slipped inside and shut the door Her cheeriness sounded a little forced, but she always did what she could to keep Egwene’s spirits up "How do you like it?" She spun in a little circle, showing off her dark green wool dress of Seanchan cut A heavy, reen ribbon catching up her dark hair, though her hair was hardly long enough for it Her knife was still in its sheath at her waist, though Egwene had been surprised when Min first showed up wearing it, but it seemed the Seanchan trusted everyone Until they broke a rule

"It’s pretty," Egwene said cautiously "But, why?"

"I haven’t gone over to the ene It was this, or else find someplace to stay out in the town, and ain" She started to straddle the chair as she would have in breeches, gave a wry shake of her head, and turned it around to sit "’Everyone has a place in the Pattern,’" she mimicked, "’and the place of everyoneMulaen apparently got tired of not knohat irls She gave s Seanchan serving girls wear, the ones who serve the lords It ht be fun, but not unless I was betrothed, or, better yet,back Not yet, anyway Mulaen burned ht of that, she picked up a rock from a small pile on the table and bounced it froh, "except that it has been so long since I wore skirts that I keep