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That lack did not still the desire, though.Īutomatically Mesaana dropped into a lecturing tone.

Any of them would risk much for one of those prizes. With those remnants from their own time, they could channel amounts of the Power that would have burned them to ash without. In truth, those girls-the oldest seemed girls to her she had lived over three hundred years, quite aside from her time sealed in the Bore, and had only been considered just into her middle years-those girls were no real danger, but that did not lessen the desire of anyone here for angreal, or better yet the more powerful sa’angreal. Men were needed to take a link beyond thirteen, more than one to go beyond twenty-seven. Except, of course, that they no longer knew how, and no longer had the means in any case. Each was stronger than any of these half-trained children who called themselves Aes Sedai today, but enough half-trained children linked together could crush them all. Any of them would have given-well, almost anything, for a suitable angreal or sa’angreal. Their eyes all went to Mesaana, and she drew a deep breath. Something of decent strength, of course.” When he isn’t doing that, he’s searching for a usable angreal or sa’angreal. “He’s marshaling his armies in Illian, moaning over not having shocklances to arm them. I don’t think the man trusts himself anymore.” The streith darkened a concealing fog. Graendal waved a beringed hand dismissively. Most who had taken her for a fool were long since dead, victims of the woman they disregarded.

No, it would be a dire mistake to take Graendal at surface value. “You three have been so secretive.” She gave a gay, slightly foolish laugh. “I wondered whether you would be here,” the new arrival said lightly. At times Mesaana wondered whether Graendal really took note of anything beyond her sensual pleasures. High-necked, but mirroring her mood-the fabric was transparent mist. Somewhere she had actually managed to find streith for her high-necked gown. She was a fleshy woman with elaborately curled red-gold hair. Graendal stepped out, for once unaccompanied by half-clad servants, and let the opening vanish as quickly as Demandred had. She felt the first spinning of saidar a moment before the glowing line appeared and became a gateway.