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She had the sensation of being watched from the dimnesses between the coluinary eyes; there are no watchers I told Elayne to ignore thehedien would certainly do h to channel Not that she was frightened, of course Only not angry Not frightened at all

The twisted stone ring felt light, as if it were trying to drift up out of her shift, re only that As soon as she thought of clothing herself, she was in a dress It was a trick of Tel’aran’rhiod that she liked; in so was unnecessary, for here she could do things that she doubted any Aes Sedai had ever done with the Power It was not the dress she had expected, though; not good stout Two Rivers wool The high neck triht up under her chin, but pale yellow silk draped her in folds that clung revealingly How owns like this indecent when she had worn therownher braid a sharp pull for the ardness of her own ht not be as she wanted, but she was no flighty girl to go leaping and squealing over it A dress is a dress She would wear it when Egwene arrived, hichever of the Wise Ones accompanied her this time, and if any of them said a word I did not coitte?" Silence answered her, and she raised her voice, though it should not have been necessary In this place, this particular woman could hear her own naitte?"

A wo the coluolden hair in a long braid more intricate than Nynaeve’s own Her short white coat and voluathered at the ankles above short boots with raised heels, were garo that she had taken a liking to The arrows in the quiver at her side appeared to be silver, and so did the bow she carried

"Is Gaidal about?" Nynaeve asked He was usually close by Birgitte, and he e her existence, scowling when Birgitte spoke to her It had been soitte -- longdead heroes linked in so ends -- in Tel’aran’rhiod But, as Birgitte herself had said, where better for heroes bound to the Wheel of Time to await rebirth than in a drea as the Wheel It was they, Birgitte and Gaidal Cain and Rogosh Eagleeye and Artur Haing and all the others, that the Horn of Valere would suitte’s braid swung as she shook her head "I have not seen hiain It always happens so" Expectation and concern both touched her voice

If Birgitte was right, then so babe with no knowledge of who he was, yet destined for adventures that would ends The Wheel wove the heroes into the Pattern as they were needed, to shape the Pattern, and when they died they returned here to wait again That hat it meant to be bound to the Wheel New heroes could find themselves bound so as well, men and women whose bravery and accomplishments raised them far above the ordinary, but once bound, it was forever

"How long do you have?" Nynaeve asked "Years yet, surely" Birgitte was always tied to Gaidal, had been tied in story after story, in Age after Age, of adventure and a romance that even the Wheel of Time did not break She was always born after Gaidal; a year, or five, or ten, but after

"I do not know, Nynaeve Ti world I one, as it seems to me, and Elayne only a day before What was it for you?"

"Four days and three," Nynaeve itte as often as they could, though too frequently it had not been possible with Thoitte actually remembered the War of Power, one lifetime of it anyway, and the Forsaken Her past lives were like books fondly reo, the more distant dimmer than the nearer, but the Forsaken stood out Especially Moghedien

"You see, Nynaeve? The flow of tiht be ain, or days Here, forworld it could be years yet before my birth"

With an effort Nynaeve suppressed her vexation "Then we mustn’t waste what time we have Have you seen any of them since we last met?" There was no need to say who

"Too many Lanfear is often in Tel’aran’rhiod, of course, but I have seen Rahvin and Saitte’s voice tightened at the last nahten her visibly, but See was another oldenhaired woman had told her tooa thick wool cloak, with a deep hood pulled up to hide her face; flushing, she made it disappear

"None of theitte was more vulnerable than herself in e of Tel’aran’rhiod She had never been able to channel; any of the Forsaken could destroy her as if crushing an ant, without breaking stride And if she were destroyed here, there would be no rebirth for her ever again

"I aitte leaned on her silver bow; legend said she never missed with that bow and her silver arrows "They are concerned with each other, not anyone else I have seen Rahvin and Sa the others unseen And De them as well I have not seen so much of the" Nynaeve bit her lip in vexed frustration "But what?"

"I cannot say yet, Nynaeve In the War of the Shadow, they were always plotting, against each other as often as not, but their work has never boded well for the world, waking or dreaitte; as much as you can safely, at any rate Do not take any risks" The other woht she was aer as did Lan She wished she could ask about the White Tower, about what Siuan itte could neither see nor touch the waking world unless she was called there by the Horn You are just trying to avoid what you really want to ask! "Have