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uld have redirected those same flows into much more plex weaves； the Healing she had discovered herself。 At the moment； simpler weaves were all she could manage； though。 With just Spirit； Wind and Water； she wove the Healing that Yellows had used since time immemorial。
Elayne's eyes shot open wide； and with a gasp that seemed to take all the air in her； she convulsed like a netted trout； slippered heels drumming on the pavement。 That only lasted a moment； of course； but in that moment the bruise shrank and vanished。
Nynaeve helped her to her feet … and a woman's hand appeared； holding a pewter cup full of water。 〃Even an Aes Sedai might be thirsty after that；〃 the seamstress said。
Elayne reached for it； but Nynaeve laid fingers on her wrist。 〃No； thank you。〃 The woman shrugged； and as she turned away； Nynaeve added in a different tone； 〃Thank you。〃 It seemed to e easier the more you said it； she was not sure she liked that。
That ocean of lace heaved as the seamstress shrugged again。 〃I make dresses for anyone。 I can do better for your coloring than that。〃 She vanished back into her shop。 Nynaeve frowned after her。
〃What happened？〃 Elayne demanded。 〃Why wouldn't you let me take a drink？ I'm thirsty and hungry。〃
With a last frown for the seamstress； Nynaeve bent to pick up the arrow。
The other woman needed no explanations。 Saidar shone around her in a flash。 〃Teslyn and Joline？〃
Nynaeve shook her head； the slight wooziness seemed to be fading。 She did not think those two would stoop to this。 She did not think so。 〃What about Reanne？〃 she said quietly。 The seamstress was back in the doorway； still hopeful。 〃She might want to make sure we leave。 Or worse； maybe Garenia。〃 That was almost as chilling as Teslyn and Joline。 And twice as infuriating。
Somehow Elayne managed to look pretty while scowling。 〃Whoever it was； we will settle them。 You'll see。〃 The scowl faded。 〃Nynaeve； if the Circle does know where the Bowl is； we can find it； but。。。 〃 She bit her lip； hesitating。 〃I only know one way to be sure。〃
Nynaeve nodded slowly； though she would rather have eaten a handful of dirt。 Today had seemed so bright for a time； but then it had spiraled into darkness； from Reanne to。。。 Oh； Light； how long before she had her gray hair？
〃Don't cry； Nynaeve。 Mat can't possibly be that bad。 He'll find it for us in a few days； I know。〃
Nynaeve only cried harder。
Chapter 25
（Snakey Square）
Mindtrap
Moghedien did not want to dream the dream again； but wanting to wake； wanting to scream； did no good。 Sleep held her faster than any manacles。 The beginning went by quickly； a sketchy blur。 No mercy； she would have to relive the rest that much sooner。
She barely recognized the woman who entered the tent where she was held prisoner。 Halima； secretary to one of these fools who called themselves Aes Sedai。 Fools； yet they held her tightly enough by the band of silver metal around her neck； held her and made her obey。 Fast movement； though she prayed for slowness。 The woman channeled to make a light； and Moghedien saw only the light。 It had to be saidin … among the living； only the Chosen knew how to tap the True Power … the Power that came from the Dark One … and few were fool enough to except in direst need … but that was impossible！ Blurring quickness。 The woman named herself Aran'gar and called Moghedien by name； she gave summons to the Pit of Doom and removed the a'dam necklace； flinching at pain no woman should have felt。 Again … how many times had she done this？ … again Moghedien wove a small gateway in the tent。 She Skimmed to give herself time to think in the endless dark； but no sooner did she step onto her platform； like a small enclosed marble balcony plete with a fortable chair； than she arrived on the black slopes of Shayol Ghul； forever shrouded in twilight； where vents and tunnels emitted steam and smoke and harsh vapors； and a Myrddraal came to her in its dead black garb； like a slug…white； eyeless man； but taller； more massive than any other Halfman。 It regarded her arrogantly； and gave its odd name unbidden； and manded her to e； these were not things Myrddraal did with the Chosen。 Now she screamed in the depths of her mind for the dream to move faster； to blur beyond seeing； beyond knowing； but now； as she followed Shaidar Haran's back into the entrance to the Pit of Doom； now all flowed at its normal pace and seemed more real than Tel'aran'rhiod or the waking world。
Tears leaked from Moghedien's eyes； down cheeks that already glistened。 She twitched on her hard pallet； arms and legs jerking as she fought desperately； futilely； to wake。 She was no longer aware that she dreamed … all seemed real … but deep memories remained； and in those depths； instinct shrieked and clawed for escape。
She was well familiar with the sloping tunnel ceilinged in stone daggers like fangs； the walls glowing with pale light。 Many times she had made this downward journey since the day so long ago when she first came to make obeisance to the Great Lard and pledge her soul； but never as now； never with her failure known in all its magnitude。 Always before she had managed to hide failures even from the Great Lord。 Many times。 Things could be done here that could be done nowhere else。 Things could happen here that could happen nowhere else。
She gave a start as one of the stone fangs brushed her hair； then gathered herself as best she could。 Those spikes and blades still cleared the strange； too…tall Myrddraal easily； but though it overtopped her by head and shoulders and more； she was forced to move her head around their points now。 Reality was clay to the Great Lord here； and he often made his displeasure known so。 A stone tooth struck her shoulder； and she ducked to go under another。 There was no longer enough height in the tunnel for her to straighten as she walked。 She bent lower； scurrying crouched in the Myrddraal's wake； trying to get closer。 Its stride never changed； but no matter how quickly she scuttled； the interval between them did not lessen。 The ceiling descending； the Great Lord's fangs to rend traitors and fools； and Moghedien dropped to hands and knees； crawling； then flattened to elbows and knees。 Light flared and flickered in the tunnel； cast from the entrance to the Pit itself； just ahead； and Moghedien slithered on her belly； pulled herself along with her hands； pushed with her feet。 Stone points dug at her flesh； caught at her dress。 Panting； she wriggled the last distance to the sound of ripping wool。
Staring back over her shoulder； she shivered convulsively。 Where the tunnel mouth should have been stood a smooth stone wall。 Perhaps the Great Lord had timed it all exactly； and perhaps； had she been slower。。。
The ledge on which she lay projected above a black…mottled red lake of molten rock where flames the size of men danced and died and reappeared。 Overhead； the cavern rose roofless through the mountain to a sky where wild clouds raced； striated red and yellow and black； as if on the winds of time themselves。 It was not the dark…clouded sky seen outside on Shayol Ghul。 None of that earned a second glance； and not just because she had seen it many times。 The Bore into the Great Lord's place of imprisonment was no closer here than anywhere else in the world； but here she could feel it； here she could bathe in the radiant glory of the Great Lord。 The True Power washed around her； so strong here that attempting to channel it would fry her to a cinder。 Not that she had any desire to pay the price elsewhere either。
She started to push up to her knees； and something struck her between the shoulder blades； driving her down hard onto the stone ledge； crushing the air from her lungs。 Stunned； she struggled for breath； then stared back up over her shoulder。 The Myrddraal stood with one massive boot planted firmly on her back。 Almost； she embraced saidar； though channeling here without express permission was a good way to die。 The arrogance on the slopes above was one thing； but this！
〃Do you know who I am？〃 she demanded。 〃I am Moghedien！〃 That eyeless gaze watched her as it might an insec
