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the only false Dragon ever to escape being gentled once in the hands of Aes Sedai。 Not a thing she wanted in the Chronicles under her reign； certainly not until she decided how it should be recorded。 At present the Chronicles told nothing after his capture。
She stroked her thumb along the fish's scales。 〃He is dead； Alviarin； else we would have heard from him long since。 And not serving al'Thor。 Can you think he went from claiming to be the Dragon Reborn to serving the Dragon Reborn？ Can you think he could be in Caemlyn without Davram Bashere at least trying to kill him？〃 Her thumb moved faster on the ivory fish as she reminded herself that the Marshal…General of Saldaea was in Caemlyn taking orders from al'Thor。 What was Tenobia playing at？ Elaida held it all inside； though； presenting a face as calm as one of her carvings。
〃Twenty…four is a dangerous number to speak aloud；〃 Alviarin said with an ominous quiet； 〃as dangerous as two thousand。 The Chronicles record only sixteen。 The last thing needed now is for those years to rear up again。 Or for sisters who know only what they were told to learn the truth。 Even those you brought back hold their silence。〃
Elaida put on a bemused look。 So far as she knew； Alviarin had learned the truth of those years only on being raised Keeper； but her own knowledge was more personal。 Not that Alviarin could be aware of that。 Not for certain； anyway。 〃Daughter； whatever es out； I have no fear。 Who is going to impose a penance on me； and on what charge？〃 That skirted truth nicely； but apparently it impressed the other woman not at all。
〃The Chronicles record a number of Amyrlins who took on public penance for some usually obscure reason； but it has always seemed to me that is how an Amyrlin might have it written if she found herself with no choice except … 〃
Elaida's hand slapped down on the table。 〃Enough； daughter！ I am Tower law！ What has been hidden will remain hidden； for the same reason it has for twenty years … the good of the White Tower。〃 Only then did she feel the bruise beginning on her palm； she lifted her hand to reveal the fish； broken in two。 How old had it been？ Five hundred years？ A thousand？ It was all she could do not to quiver with rage。 Her voice certainly thickened with it。 〃Toveine is to lead fifty sisters and two hundred of the Tower Guards to Caemlyn； to this Black Tower； where they will gentle any man they find able to channel and hang him； along with as many others as they can take alive。〃 Alviarin did not even blink at the violation of Tower law。 Elaida had spoken the truth as she meant it to be； with this； with everything； she was Tower law。 〃For that matter； hang up the dead as well。 Let them be a warning to any man who thinks of touching the True Source。 Have Toveine attend me。 I will want to hear her plan。〃
〃It will be as you mand； Mother。〃 The woman's reply was as cool and smooth as her face。 〃Though if I may suggest； you might wish to reconsider sending so many sisters away from the Tower。 Apparently the rebels found your offer wanting。 They are no longer in Salidar。 They are on the march。 The reports e from Altara； but they must be into Murandy by now。 And they have chosen themselves an Amyrlin。〃 She scanned the top sheet of her sheaf of papers as if searching for the name。 〃Egwene al'Vere； it seems。〃
That Alviarin had left this； the most important piece of news； until now； should have made Elaida explode in fury。 Instead； she threw back her head and laughed。 Only a firm hold on dignity kept her from drumming her heels on the floor。 The surprise on Alviarin's face made her laugh harder； till she had to wipe her eyes with her fingers。
〃You do not see it；〃 she said when she could speak between ripples of mirth。 〃As well you are Keeper； Alviarin； not a Sitter。 In the Hall； blind as you are； within a month the others would be holding you in a cabinet and taking you out when they needed your vote。〃
〃I see enough； Mother。〃 Alviarin's voice held no heat； if anything； it should have coated the walls with frost。 〃I see three hundred rebel Aes Sedai； perhaps more； marching on Tar Valon with an army led by Gareth Bryne； acknowledged a great captain。 Discounting the more ridiculous reports； that army may number over twenty thousand； and with Bryne to lead they will gain more at every village and town they pass。 I do not say they have hope of taking the city； of course； but it is hardly a matter for laughter。 High Captain Chubain should be ordered to increase recruiting for the Tower Guard。〃
Elaida's gaze fell sourly on the broken fish； and she stood and stalked to the nearest window； her back to Alviarin。 The palace under construction took away the bitter taste； that and the slip of paper she still clutched。
She smiled down on her palace…to…be。 〃Three hundred rebels； yes； but you should read Tarna's account again。 At least a hundred are on the point of breaking already。〃 She trusted Tarna to some extent； a Red with no room in her head for nonsense； and she said the rebels were ready to jump at shadows。 Quietly desperate sheep looking for a shepherd； she said。 A wilder； of course； yet still sensible。 Tarna should be back soon； and able to give a fuller report。 Not that it was needed。 Elaida's plans were already working among the rebels。 But that was her secret。
〃Tarna has always been sure she could make people do what it was clear they would not。〃 Had there been an emphasis in that； a significance of tone？ Elaida decided to ignore it。 She had to ignore too much from Alviarin； but the day would e。 Soon。
〃As for their army； daughter； she says two or three thousand men at most。 If they had more； they would have made sure she saw them； to overawe us。〃 In Elaida's opinion； eyes…and…ears always exaggerated； to make their information seem more valuable。 Only sisters could be truly trusted。 Red sisters； anyway。 Some of them。 〃But I would not care if they did have twenty thousand； or fifty； or a hundred。 Can you even begin to guess why？〃 When she turned； Alviarin's face was all smooth posure； a mask over blind ignorance。 〃You seem to be conversant with all the aspects of Tower law。 What penalty do rebels face？〃
〃For the leaders；〃 Alviarin said slowly； 〃stilling。〃 She frowned slightly； skirts swaying just barely as her feet shifted。 Good。 Even Accepted knew this； and she could not understand why Elaida asked。 Very good。 〃For many of the rest； too。〃
〃Perhaps。〃 The leaders might themselves escape that； most of them； if they submitted properly。 The minimum penalty in law was to be birched in the Grand Hall before the assembled sisters； followed by at least a year and a day in public penance。 Yet nothing said the penance must be served all at once； a month here； a month there； and they would still be atoning their crimes ten years from now； constant reminders of what came of resisting her。 Some would be stilled； of course … Sheriam； a few of the more prominent so…called Sitters … but only sufficient to make the rest fear putting a foot wrong again； not enough to weaken the Tower。 The White Tower had to be whole； and it had to be strong。 Strong； and firmly in her grasp。
〃Only one crime among those they have mitted demands stilling。〃 Alviarin opened her mouth。 There had been ancient rebellions； buried so deep that few among the sisters knew； the Chronicles stood mute； the lists of stilled and executed confined to records open only to Amyrlin； Keeper and Sitters； aside from the few librarians who kept them。 Elaida allowed Alviarin no opportunity to speak。 〃Any woman who falsely claims the title of Amyrlin Seat must be stilled。 If they believed they had any chance of success； Sheriam would be their Amyrlin； or Lelaine； or Carlinya； or one of the others。〃 Tarna reported that Romanda Cassin had e out of her retirement； Romanda surely would have seized the stole with both hands if she saw the tenth part of a chance。 〃Instead； they have plucked out an Accepted。〃
Elaida shook her head in wry amusement。 She could quote every word of the law setting out how a woman was chosen Amyrlin … she had made good use of it herself； after all … and never once did it require that the woman be a full
