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Gawyn had a way of boring through her skin and into her heart That passion of his was entrancing She worried that if she bonded him, it would infect her Was that hoorked? What did it feel like to be bonded, to sense another’s emotions?
She wanted that with him, the connection that others had And it was important that she have people she could rely upon to contradict her, in private People who knew her as Egwene, rather than the A, yet
She looked over her letter to the new King of Tear, explaining that Rand was threatening to break the seals Her plan to stop hi support fro reports about Darlin Sisnera Soreatest supporters, while others claireatest detractors
She set the letter aside for the hts on how to approach the Hall on the Warder issue Gawyn h he went too far and assu a plea for wo all of the advantages and pointing out how it could save lives and help defeat the Shadow…that would be appropriate
She poured herself some mint tea from the pot on the side of her desk Oddly, it hadn’t been spoiling as often lately, and this cup tasted quite good She hadn’t told Gawyn of the other reason she’d asked hi, knowing he was out there, only a few feet away She worried she’d slip and go to him
Silviana’s strap had never been able to break her will, but Gawyn Trakand…he was co so
Graendal anticipated theplaces, his arrival was not unexpected The Chosen could not hide fro place was not a palace, a fine lodge or an ancient fortress It was a cavern on an island nobody cared about, in an area of the Aryth Ocean that nobody ever visited So far as she knew, there was nothing of note or interest anywhere near
The accoht dreadful Six of her lesser pets cared for the place, which was merely three chambers She’d covered over the entrance with stone, and the only way in or out was by gateway Fresh water caht in previously, and air through cracks It was dank, and it was lowly
In other words, it was precisely the sort of place where nobody would expect to find her Everyone knew that Graendal could not stand a lack of luxury That was true But the best part about being predictable was that it allowed you to do the unexpected
Unfortunately, none of that applied to the Great Lord Graendal watched the open gateway before her as she relaxed on a chaise of yellow and blue silk The er was ablack and red He didn’t need to speak--his presence was the e One of her pets--a beautiful, black-haired woh lady--stared at the gateway She looked frightened Graendal felt ht in the Snow in her hands and stood up, wearing a dress of thin black silk with ribbons of streith running down it She stepped through the gateway, careful to project an air of confidence
Moridin stood inside his black stone palace The roo Great Lord! A fire, on such a warin to sweat
He turned toward her, the black flecks of saa swi across his eyes "You knohy I have suar is dead, lost to us--and after the Great Lord transht think you are , Graendal"