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Moghedien watched silently, until at last she said, "Once I thought you were stronger than this Now I find I truly like the sight of you on your knees That is close enough, girl Not that I think you have courage enough to try tearing my hair out " She seemed amused by the notion

Nynaeve’s hand wavered a span froh There was only her And Tel’aran’rhiod The ie formed in her head, and there it was, silver bracelet on her outstretched wrist, silver leash linking it to the silver collar around Moghedien’s neck It was not just the a’dahedien and the a’dam, a part of Tel’aran’rhiod that she held in the for of what to expect; she had worn an a’dae way she are of Moghedien in the same way she are of her own body, her own emotions, two sets, each distinct, but each in her own head One thing she had only hoped, because Elayne insisted it was so The thing was indeed a link; she could feel the Source through the other wohedien’s hand leaped to the collar, shock rounding her eyes Rage and horror Rage more than horror, at first Nynaeve felt thehedien had to knohat the leashandcollar was, yet she tried to channel anyway; at the sa in herself, in the a’dam, as the other woman tried to bend Tel’aran’rhiod to herself Suppressing Moghedien’s attempt was si that made it easy Nynaeve did not want to channel those flows, so they were not channeled Moghedien ht as well have tried to pick up a e

Getting to her feet, Nynaeve fastened the proper ihedien leashed in the a’dahedien was leashed, as fir, of her skin trying to crawl, did not go away, though "Stop that," she said sharply The a’daht of blackwasp nettles lightly brushing the other wohedien shuddered, exhaled convulsively "Stop it, I said, or I’ll do worse" The shifting ceased Moghedien watched her warily, still clutching the silver collar around her neck and with an air of being poised on her toes for flight

Birgitte -- the child as, or had been, Birgitte -- stood eyeing therooer back in her rily It was hard changing what sohedien had claies permanent But what she could do, she could undo "Restore her"

"If you release ht brush this tih clenched teeth, shook like a bedsheet in a high wind

"That," Birgitte said, "was thethat has ever happened to me" Herself once more, she wore the short coat and wide trousers, but she had no bow or quiver "I was a child, but at the same ti in the back of that child’sto watch what happened and play " Flipping her golden braid back over her shoulder, she gave Moghedien a hard look

"How did you get here?" Nynaeve asked "I arateful, you understand, but how?"

Birgitte gave Moghedien a final stony stare, then opened her coat to fish in the neck of her blouse, pulling up the twisted stone ring on a leather thong "Siuan woke up Just for a ru this froht behind her, I knew so and the last of what you s"

"Enough to put me to sleep It tastes horrible, by the way After that, it was as easy as finding featherdancers in Shiota In soitte cut off with another glare for Moghedien The silver bow reappeared in her hand, and a quiver of silver arrows at her hip, yet after one ain "Past is past, and the future is ahead," she said firmly "I was not truly surprised to realize there were two of you who knew they were in Tel’aran’rhiod I knew the other must be her, and when I arrived and saw the pair of you It seemed as if she had already captured you, but I hoped that if I distracted her, you "

Nynaeve felt a stab of shaitte That hat she had alht had only been there for a moment, rejected as soon as it caitte never had even moments when fear almost took control of her "I" A faint taste of boiled catfern and powdered mavinsleaf "I alue stuck to the roof of my mouth I almost ran away and left you"

"Oh?" Nynaeve writhed inside as Birgitte considered her "But you did not, did you? I should have loosed before I called out, but I’ve never felt co anyone from behind Even her Still, it all worked out But what do we do with her now?"

Moghedien certainly see the silver collar around her throat, she watched Nynaeve and Birgitte as though they were the prisoners, not she, and she was deliberating what to do with them Except for an occasional twitch of her hands, as if she wanted to scratch where her skin held the memory of nettles, she appeared blackclad serenity Only the a’daibbering, but pushed down to a hedien was thinking as well as feeling Then again, she was just as glad not to be inside the mind behind those cold dark eyes

"Before you consider anything drastic," Moghedien said, "remember that I know much that would be useful to you I have observed the other Chosen, peeked into their sche?"

"Tell ," Nynaeve said What could she do with the woman?

"Lanfear, Graendal, Rahvin and Sammael are