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The goldenhaired wohed "Poor ed hand at him "Do you think he would not notice that you were linked? He has a teacher, remember A poor one, but not a coh of those Black Ajah children to take the circle beyond thirteen, so you or Rahvin h to link when he uide," the melodious voice said, "you can display an equal trust" The big oblet, and the mistclad woman smiled faintly "If you cannot trust us not to turn on you," the unseen wo each other too closely to turn You agreed to all of this, Saave a start as Birgitte touched her arons, with the h the clouds It seemed almost noran, and had to s "Why did you bring us away?" Her heart leaped into her throat "Did Moghedien see us?" She had been so intent on the other Forsaken -- on the eness and cootten to keep an eye on Moghedien She heaved a fervent sigh when Birgitte shook her head

"I never took aze from her for more than aso exposed If she had looked up, or one of the others"

Nynaeve wrapped her shawl tightly around her shoulders and still shivered "Rahvin and Sanize the others?" Of course Birgitte had; it was a foolish way to phrase it, but she was shaken

"Lanfear was the one hidden by her chair The other was Graendal Do not think her a fool because she was in a chair that would make a Senje noroom keeper blush She is devious, and she uses her pets in rites to cause the roughest soldier I ever knew to swear celibacy"

"Graendal is devious," Moghedien’s voice said, "but not devious enough"

Birgitte whirled, silver bow co to nock -- and abruptly hurtled thirty paces through the on so hard that she bounced back five and lay in a crumpled heap

Desperately Nynaeve reached for saidar Fear streaked through her anger, but there was anger enough -- and it ran into an invisible wall between her and the war seized her feet, jerking theround; her hands flew up and back until wrists met ankles above her head Her clothes becaed her head back until the braid rested on her botto happened She hung doubled in midair like some netted creature, every h her; her fingers twitched feebly, brushing her feet She thought if she tried to ely, her fear was gone, now that it was too late She was certain that she could have been quick enough, if not for the terror that had laced through her when she needed to act All she wanted was a chance to put her hands around Moghedien’s throat Much good that does now! Every breath cahedientriangle of her arly "A detail from Graendal’s chair," the Forsaken said Her dress wasto nearly transparent and back to gleaed almost constantly Nynaeve had seen her wear it before, in Tanchico "Not soht of on lared at her, but Moghedien did not appear to notice "I can hardly believe that you actually ca me Did you really believe that because once you were lucky enough to catch h was cutting "If you only knew the effort I have put into finding you And you ca the lions and bears for a erie? That would h to find If I needed to, now"

"Do your worst, burn you," Nynaeve snarled As best she could Doubled up as she was, she had to force the words out one by one She did not dare look straight toward Birgitte -- not that she could have shifted her head enough to -- but rolling her eyes as if caught between fury and fear, she caught a gliht as a sheepskin for drying Birgitte lay sprawled on the ground, silver arrows spilling from the quiver at her waist, her silver bow a span froed to sneak up on me, I’d have striped you till you wailed I’d have wrung your neck like a chicken" She had only one chance, if Birgitte was dead, and a bleak one To e If only there was so would have to do it "Re block? And later, when I said I’d do the same for you? That was after I had beaten you When you hi You are a gutless coward! The leavings fro thick crawled into herher jaide

"You are so sih with you already I do not think I will use you for ablock" Her smile made Nynaeve’s skin crawl "I think I will turn you into a horse It is quite possible, here A horse, a" a cricket And every time you come to Tel’aran’rhiod, you’ll be a horse, until I change it Or soain, looking alive you false hope There are only nine of us noho know that binding, and you would not want any of the others to have you anyyou here You will have your own saddle and bridle I will even braid your mane" Nynaeve’s braid jerked almost out of her scalp "You will remember who you are even then, of course I think I will enjoy our rides, though you hedien took a deep breath, and her dress darkened to soht; Nynaeve could not be sure, but she thought it ht be the color of wet blood "You e It will be well to be done with you, so I can turn my full attention to matters of importance Is the little yellowhaired chit with you