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"What is it you wish ar and then back at Graendal

"Compulsion," Graendal said "As intricate and as complex as you can make it"

"What do you wish it to do, Great Lady?"

"Leave him able to act like himself," Graendal said "But remove allto atheir alliance Add a few other random requirements on him, whatever occurs to you"

Delana frowned, but she had learned not to question the Chosen Graendal folded her arer as she watched the Aes Sedai work She felt increasingly nervous Al’Thor knehere she was Would he attack? No, he wouldn’t har was an important one It ed to trace her to this palace? She had covered herself perfectly The only ht were under Compulsion so heavy that it would kill them to remove it Could it be that the Aes Sedai he kept with hi--had been able to undermine and read Graendal’s weaves?

Graendal needed time, and she needed to discover what al’Thor knew If Nynaeve al’Meara had the skill needed to read Coerous Graendal needed to lay him a false trail, delay him--hence her requiree provisions in it

Bring hiony Graendal could do that

"You next," she said to Aran’gar once Delana had finished "So convoluted I want al’Thor and his Aes Sedai to find the touch of a man on the mind" That would confuse them further

Aran’gar shrugged, but focused as if laying down a thick and complex Compulsion on the unfortunate Ramshalan’s mind He was somewhat pretty Did al’Thor assume she’d want hi Lews Therin to know that about her? Her reports on how much of his old life he re more and more That orried her Lews Therin could have tracked her to this palace, perhaps She’d never expected that al’Thor would be able to do the sa her weaves of Air and speaking to Raon Reborn of your success here"

Ra his head "I…Yes, my Lady Yes, I believe the ties we made today will be extremely beneficial to both of us" He smiled Weak-minded fool "Perhaps we should dine and drink to our success, Lady Basene? It has been a wearying trip to see you, and I--"

"Go," Graendal said coldly

"Very well You will be rewarded when I a with a self-satisfied air Graendal sat down and closed her eyes; several of her soldiers stepped over to guard her, their boots soft on the thick rug