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"What we have to decide," Egwene said as if nothing at all had happened, "is who to tell Moiraine certainly has to know, and Rand, but if everyone hears of it The Aiel are peculiar, about Aes Sedai no less than anything else I think they’ll follow Rand as He Who Co, but once they learn the White Tower is against him, maybe they won’t be so fervent"
"They’ll learn sooner or later," Nynaeve muttered She could not have made me drink it!
"Later better than sooner, Nynaeve So don’t you go bursting out in a te In fact, it would be best if you didn’t mention this visit to the Tower at all That way maybe you can keep it secret"
"I am not a fool," Nynaeve said stiffly, and felt a slow burn when Egwene quirked that eyebrow at her again She was not about to bring the visit up with the Wise Ones Not because it was easier defying the like that And she was not trying to put a good face on things It was not fair that Egwene could leap about Tel’aran’rhiod however she wanted, while she had to put up with lectures and bullying
"I know you are not," Egwene said "Unless you let your teet the better of you You need to hold your teht about the Forsaken, especially Moghedien" Nynaeve glowered at her, opening her mouth to say that she could too keep her teht differently, but the other wo of Blue sisters, Nynaeve If they oppose Elaida, maybe -- just maybe -- they will support Rand the way Siuan did Was a town e? A country, even?"
"I think I cannot reled to take the defensive note out of her voice Light, I confessed everything, s worse! "I will keep trying"
"Good We wene studied her, while she refused to repeat herself "Nynaeve, take care concerning Moghedien Do not go rushing off like a bear in spring just because she got away frowene," Nynaeve said carefully It was frustrating having to hold her tenore it or scold her, there was nothing to be gained beyond looking a bigger ninnyhead than she did already
"I know You said that Just be sure you rewene did not fade away this tiitte
Nynaeve stared at the spot where she had been, running through her head all the things she should have said Finally she realized that she could stand there all night; she was repeating herself, and the ti under her breath, she stepped out of Tel’aran’rhiod, back to her bed in Sienda
Egwene’s eyes popped open in near total darkness, broken only by a little lad to be under a pile of blankets; the fire was out, and freezing cold filled the tent Her breath turned toher head, she scanned the interior No Wise Ones She was still alone
That was her biggest fear on these solitary excursions into Tel’aran’rhiod: returning to find A for her Well, ers in the World of Dreareat as she had told Nynaeve -- but a big one nonetheless It was not punishhtened her, not the sort that Bair doled out Had she wakened to find a Wise One staring at her, she would have accepted such gladly, but A that if she entered Tel’aran’rhiod without one of the her, they would send her away, refuse to teach her any longer Thatelse they could do But even so, she had to push ahead As rapidly as they taught, they were not rapid enough She wanted to kno, to know everything
Channeling, she lit her la remained for the her breath h to dress It was late, but perhaps Moiraine would still be awake
What had happened with Nynaeve still amazed her I think she’d actually have drunk, if I had pressed her She had been so afraid that Nynaeve would learn that she certainly did not have the Wise Ones’ permission to jaunt about in the World of Dreaiven her away, that all she could think of was keeping Nynaeve fro out the truth And she had been so sure that Nynaeve would find out anyway -- the wo it was for her own good -- that all she could do was talk, try to keep the focus on whatever Nynaeve was doing wrong Noup a shout And with all of that, soained the upper hand
Come to think of it, Moiraine seldom raised her voice, and when she did she was least effective in having what she wanted done It had been so even before she began behaving so strangely with Rand The Wise Ones never yelled at anyone, either -- except each other, soer listening, they still seeet their waythat she had never really understood before: "He strains to hear a whisper who refuses to hear a shout" She would not shout at Rand again A quiet, firht not to shout at Nynaeve, either; she was a woling She especially ought not to raise her voice with Nynaeve when speaking calmly produced such results
The tent finally see quickly She still had to break ice in her water pitcher before she could wash the sleep out of herthe dark woolen cloak about her shoulders, she untied the strands of Fire -- Fire by itself was dangerous to leave tied -- and as the flames vanished, ducked out of the tent Cold closed on her like an icy vise as she hurried through the camp
Only the nearest tents were really visible to her, low, shadowed shapes that could have been part of the rugged earth, save that the camp extended for ged peaks were not the Spine of the World; that was her, and