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Panic seized her She was just standing there Quick as thought she fled, the World of Dreae around her

She stood on a dirt street in a sle story The White Lion of Andor waved frole stone dock stuck out into a broad river where a flock of longbilled birds flapped south low over the water It all looked vaguely familiar, but it took her a moment to knohere she was Jurene In Cairhien And that river was the Erinin It had been here that she and Egwene and Elayne had boarded the Darter, as badly misnamed as the Riverserpent, to continue their journey to Tear That tio

Why had she jumped to Jurene? That was siht of it Jurene was the one place she kneell enough to leap to in Tel’aran’rhiod that she could be sure Moghedien did not know They had been there for an hour, before Moghedien knew she existed, and she was sure neither she nor Elayne had ever ain, in Tel’aran’rhiod or awake

But that left another question The same one, in a way Why Jurene? Why not step out of the Drea dishes and scrubbing floors on top of everything had not left her so weary she slept right on? I can still step out Moghedien had seen her in Salidar, if that had been Moghedien Moghedien knew Salidar now I can tell Sheria Siuan? She was not supposed to have her hands on those ter’angreal except with Sheriaot hold of them when she wanted, Nynaeve did not know No, she was not afraid of more hours up to her elbows in hot water She was afraid of Moghedien Anger burned in her belly fiercely She wished she had sooosemint out of her scrip of herbs I a afraid

There was a bench in front of one of the houses, overlooking dock and river She sat down and considered her situation frole It was ridiculous The True Source was a pale thing She channeled a flaht look solid -- to herself, anyway -- but she could see the river through that scrap of fire She tied it off, and it faded away like hedien when the weakest novice in Salidar could th? That hy she had fled here instead of leaving Tel’aran’rhiod Afraid and angry at being afraid, too angry to think straight, to consider her oeakness

She would step out of the Dream Whatever Siuan’s scheme had been, it was done; she would have to take her chances right along with Nynaeve The thought of htened her hand on her braid Days ht never let her near one of the dreareal They would set Faolain over her instead of Theodrin A finish to studying Siuan and Leane,

In a fury she channeled another flaer, she could not see it So er in hope it would help "There’s nothing for it but to just tell theh to hurt "Light, they will give me to Faolain I’d al little errands for her"

Thatvoice pulled Nynaeve up off the bench like hands on her shoulders Moghedien stood in the street all in black, shaking her head at what she saw With all her strength Nynaeve wove a shield of Spirit and hurled it between the other wo at a tree with a paper hatchet Moghedien actually smiled before she bothered to slice Nynaeve’s weave, and that as casually as brushing a biteh poleaxed After everything it caer bubbling inside her, useless All her plans, her hopes, useless Moghedien did not bother to strike back She did not even bother to channel a shield of her own That was how much contempt she had

"I was afraid you had seento kill each other With your hands" Moghedien gave a belittling laugh She eaving so, lazily because there was no reason to hurry Nynaeve did not knohat it was, yet she wanted to scream Fury seethed inside her, but fear dulled her wits, rooted her feet to the ground "Sonorant even to train, you and the former Amyrlin Seat and all the rest But I cannot allow you to betrayout for her "It is tihedien!" Birgitte shouted

Nynaeve’s itte, as she had been, in her short white coat and wide yellow trousers, intricate golden braid pulled over her shoulder, silver arron on silver bow It was ier part of Tel’aran’rhiod, she was back in Salidar,sure no one discovered Nynaeve and Siuan asleep with the sun up and began asking questions

Moghedien was so shocked, the flows she had woven vanished Shock lasted less than a itte’s bow -- and evaporated The bow evaporated Soht up, pulling her clear of the ground Alht betrists and ankles a foot above the ground

"I should have considered the possibility of you" Moghedien turned her back on Nynaeve to itte "Do you enjoy your flesh? Without Gaidal Cain?"

Nynaeve thought of channeling But what? A dagger that ht not even penetrate the wohedien kne useless she was; she was not even looking at her If she stopped the flow of Spirit to the sleeping woive warning Her face twisted near to tears as she looked at Birgitte The goldenhaired wohedien contemplated her in return as a woodcarver would a block of wood

There’s only ht as well not be able to channel at all There’s onlyit out of kneedeep hedien "Don’t hurt me," Nynaeve cried "Please Don’t hurt one A child of perhaps three or four, in short white coat and wide yellow trousers, stood there playing with a toysized silver bow Flipping her golden braid back, the child aier in herNynaeve sagged to her knees It was hard work crawling in skirts, but she did not think she could have re hand and whi "Please Don’t hurt ed toward the Forsaken, a broken beet