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In the old carpet, an opening to somewhere else He had a brief view of a chas before it vanished, leaving a wole in his skin, like a faint chill, was all that told him she had channeled Tall and slender, she was as beautiful as he was handsome, her dark eyes bottomless pools, her hair, decorated with silver stars and crescents, falling in perfect black waves to her shoulders Most o dry with desire

"What do you hly He did not let go of the Power, but rather prepared several nasty surprises in case he had need "If you want to speak with me, send an emissary, and I will decide when and where And if"

Lanfear s, Rahvin, but seldom a fool That woman is Aes Sedai What if they miss her? Do you also send out heralds to announce where you are?"

"Channel?" he sneered "She is not strong enough to be allowed outdoors without a keeper They call untutored children Aes Sedai when half what they know is selftaught tricks and the other half barely scratches the surface"

"Would you still be so complacent if those untutored children put a circle of thirteen around you?" The cool mockery in her voice stabbed him, but he did not let it show

"I take my precautions, Lanfear Rather than one of, my ’play pretties,’ as you call them, she is the Tower’s spy here Now she reports exactly what I want her to, and she is eager to do so Those who serve the Chosen in the Tower told ht where to find her" The day would coave up the name Forsaken and knelt to the Chosen It had been proo "Why have you come, Lanfear? Surely not in aid of defenseless woed "You can play with your toys as much as you wish, so far as I am concerned You offer little in the way of hospitality, Rahvin, so you will forgive me if" A silver pitcher rose from a small table by Rahvin’s bed and tilted to pour dark wine into a goldchased goblet As the pitcher settled, the goblet floated to Lanfear’s hand He felt nothing beyond a slight tingle, of course, saw no flows being woven; he had never liked that That she would be able to see as little of his weaving was only a slight redressing of the balance

"Why?" he de "Since you avoid the rest of us, a few of the Chosen will be co here I came first so you would knoas not an attack"

"Others? Sons?" Suddenly he laughed, a deep, rich sound "So it is no attack, is it? You were never one for attacking openly, were you? Not as bad as Moghedien, perhaps, but you did always favor the flanks and the rear I will trust you this ti as you are under my eye" Who trusted Lanfear behind hiht well find in his back Not that she was so very trustworthy even atched; her temper was uncertain at best "Who else is supposed to be part of this?"

He had clearer warning this ti ulls wheeling and crying in a cloudless blue sky Finally abehind hi than he truly was, his stride quick and active, his oldenhaired, with a neat squaretrimmed beard, he would perhaps have been above the ordinary in looks except for a slanting scar, as if a redhot poker had been dragged across his face from hairline to jaw He could have had it reo, but he had elected not to

Linked to saidin as tightly as Rahvin -- this close Rahvin could feel it, di irls, Rahvin Have you finally wearied of your sport after all these years?’ Lanfear laughed softly into her wine

"Did someoneof a third gateway, showing a large room full of pools and fluted colu less Oddly, a lean oldthe perfor old tray and a beautiful, voluptuous woon into a oblet on the tray, followed the true arrival before the opening winked out

In any other company but Lanfear’s, Graendal would have been accounted a stunningly beautiful woreen silk, cut low A ruby the size of a hen’s egg nestled between her breasts, and a coronet encrusted with , suncolored hair Beside Lanfear she was merely plumply pretty If the inevitable con of it

Golden bracelets clattered as she waved a heavily beringed hand generally behind her; the ferasp with a fawning smile aily "Nearly half the surviving Chosen in one place And no one trying to kill anyone Who would have expected it before the Great Lord of the Dark returns? Ishae to keep us from one another’s throats for a time, but this…"

"Do you always speak so freely in front of your servants?" Salanced back at the pair as if she had forgotten them "They won’t speak out of turn They worship me Don’t you?" The two fell to their knees, practically babbling their fervent love of her It was real; they actually did love her Now After a htly, and the servants froze, o on Still, they won’t bother you noill they?"

Rahvin shook his head, wondering who they were, or had been Physical beauty was not enough for Graendal’s servants; they had to have power or position as well A former lord for a footman, a lady to draw her bath; that was Graendal’s taste Indulging herself was one thing, but she asteful This pair ht have been of use, properly manipulated, but the level of coood for little more than decoration The woman had no true finesse

"Should I expect rowled "Have you convinced De he is all but the Gre