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Alviarin hesitated before giving the briefest of curtsies As she swept out of the room, her eyes brushed across hi Unconsciously he huddled, bunching his shoulders protectively; his upper lip fluttered in a halfsnarl at her sli, just for an instant, that she knew too much about him, but he could not have said why Her cool face, cool eyes, they never changed At those ti He nearly laughed at the thought No point, of course She could know nothing Patience, and he could be done with her and her neverchanging eyes

The Tower held things worth a little patience in its strong rooms The Horn of Valere was there, the fabled Horn rave for the Last Battle Even norant of that, but he kne to sniff out things The dagger was there He felt its pull where he stood He could have pointed to it It was his, a part of hi the dagger would make up for so much lost; he was not sure how, but he was sure it would For Aridhol lost Too dangerous to return to Aridhol, perchance to be trapped there again He shivered So long trapped Not again

Of course, no one called it Aridhol any longer, but Shadar Logoth Where the Shadow Waits An apt naed Even himself Padan Fain Mordeth Ordeith Sometimes he was uncertain which na was sure He was not what anyone thought Those who believed they knew hiured, now A force unto himself, and beyond any other power They would all learn, eventually

Suddenly he realized with a start that the A about in his mind, he found it "Yes, Mother, the coat suits me very well" He ran a hand down the black velvet to sho fine he found it, as if gar you kindly, Mother" He was prepared to sufferto , but this tiht to the heart

"Tell me more of what you know of Rand al’Thor, Master Fain"

Fain’s eyes went to the painting of the two htened Al’Thor’s portrait tugged at hi along his veins Because of that young , pain he did not let himself remember, suffered far worse than pain He had been broken and reave hie, but that was beside the point Beside his desire for al’Thor’s destruction, everything else diht

When he turned back to the A as hers,her stare for stare "Rand al’Thor is devious and sly, uncaring of anyone or anything but his oer" Fool woman "He’s never a one to do what you expect" But if she could put al’Thor in his hands "He is difficult to lead -- very difficult -- but I believe it can be done First you ave hiht leave her alive when he finally went, even if she was Aes Sedai

Lounging in a gilded chair in his shirtsleeves, one booted leg over the padded ar before the fireplace repeated what he had told her There was a slight glaze in her large, brown eyes A young, pretty wouise, but that was not what interested hih the room’s tall eat rolled down the woman’s face as she spoke, and beaded on the narrow face of the other man present For all of that olden embroidery, he stood as stiffly as a servant, which he was in a way, if of his own free will, unlike the woman Of course, he was deaf and blind for the moment

Rahvin handled the flows of Spirit he had woven around the pair delicately There was no need to dae valuable servants

He did not sweat, of course He did not let the sue, dark and handso his temples Compulsion had presented no difficulties with this woman

A scoisted his face It did with soth of self so firm that their h which to slide away It was his bad luck that he still had some small need for one such She could be handled, but she kept trying to find escape without knowing she was trapped Eventually that one would no longer be needed, of course; he would have to decide whether to send her on her way or be rid of herthat could threaten hiers had a way of growing if ignored, and he always chose his risks with a measure of prudence To kill her, or keep her?

The cessation of the woman’s speech pulled him from his reverie "When you leave here," he told her, "you will re your usual er to please hihtly, so they would evaporate from her mind shortly after she reached the street Repeated use of compulsion made obedience easier even when it was not in use, but while it was, there was always a danger it ar’s ar A minor noble, but faithful to his vows He licked his thin lips nervously and glanced at the woman, then went immediately to one knee before Rahvin Friends of the Dark -- Darkfriends they were called, now -- had begun learning just how strictly they would be kept to their vo that Rahvin and the others were freed

"Take her to the street by back ways," Rahvin said, "and leave her there She is not to be seen"

"It will be as you say, Great Master," Elegar said, bohere he knelt Rising, he backed fro by one arar would ask her no questions He knew enough to be well aware that there were things he did not want to know

"One of your play pretties?" a woman’s voice said behind hi the at saidin, he filled himself with the Power, the taint on theoff the protection of his bonds and oaths, the ties to what he knew as a greater power than the L