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ind wanted to be ready to move quickly； while another part wanted to be ready for a ball。 It would not do。 The red faded to grays and browns； the coat and breeches and boots became exact copies of the Maidens'。 No better； really； not in a city。 Abruptly she was in a copy of the dresses Faile always wore； dark； with narrow divided skirts； long sleeves and a high snug bodice。 Foolish to worry about it。 No one is going to see me except in their dreams； and few ordinary dreams reach here。 It would make no difference if I were naked。
For a moment she was naked。 Her face colored with embarrassment； there was no one there to see her bare as in her bath； before she hastily brought the dark dress back； but she should have remembered how stray thoughts could affect things here； especially when you had embraced the Power。 Elayne and Nynaeve thought she was so knowledgeable。 She knew a few of the rules of the Unseen World； and knew there were a hundred； a thousand more of which she was ignorant。 Somehow； she had to learn them； if she was to be the Tower's first Dreamer since Corianin。
She took a closer look at the huge skull。 She had grown up in a country village； and she knew what animal bones looked like。 Not four eye sockets after all。 Two seemed to be for tusks of some kind instead； on either side of where its nose had been。 Some sort of monstrous boar； perhaps； though it looked like no pig skull she had ever seen。 It had a feel of age； though； great age。
With the Power in her； she could sense things like that； here。 The usual enhancement of senses was with her； of course。 She could feel tiny cracks in the gilded plaster bosses covering the ceiling fifty feet up； and the smooth polish of the white stone floor。 Infinitesimal cracks； invisible to the eye； spread across the floor stones as well。
The chamber was huge； perhaps two hundred paces long and nearly half as wide； with rows of thin white columns； and that white rope running 。all the way around except where there were doorways； with double pointed arches。 More ropes encircled polished wooden stands and cabinets holding other exhibits out in the floor。 Up under the ceiling； an elaborate pattern of tiny carvings pierced the walls； letting in plenty of light。 Apparently she had dreamed herself into a Tanchico where it was day。
〃A grand display of artifacts of Ages long past； of the Age of Legends and Ages before； open to all； even the mon folk； three days in the month and on feastdays；〃 Eurian Romavni had written。 He had spoken in glowing terms of the priceless display of cuendillar figures； six of them； in a glass sided case in the center of the hall； always watched by four of the Panarch's personal guards when people were allowed in； and had gone on for two pages about the bones of fabulous beasts 〃never seen alive by the eyes of man。〃 Egwene could see some of those。 On one side of the room was the skeleton of something that looked a little like a bear； if a bear had two front teeth as long as her forearm； and opposite it on the other side were the bones of some slender； four footed beast with a neck so long the skull was half as high as the ceiling。 There were more； spaced down the chamber's walls； just as fantastic。 All of them felt old enough to make the Stone of Tear seem new built。 Ducking under the rope barrier； she walked down the chamber slowly； staring。
A weathered stone figurine of a woman； seemingly unclothed but wrapped in hair that fell to her ankles； was outwardly no different from the others sharing its case； each not much bigger than her hand。 But it gave an impression of soft warmth that she recognized。 It was an angreal； she was sure； she wondered why the Tower had not managed to get it away from the Panarch。 A finely jointed collar and two bracelets of dull black metal； on a stand by themselves； made her shiver； she felt darkness and pain associated with them … old； old pain； and sharp。 A silvery thing in another cabinet； like a three pointed star inside a circle； was made of no substance she knew； it was softer than metal； scratched and gouged； yet even older than any of the ancient bones。 From ten paces she could sense pride and vanity。
One thing actually seemed familiar； though she could not say why。 Tucked into a corner of one of the cabinets； as if whoever put it there had been uncertain that it was worthy of display； lay the upper half of a broken figure carved from some shiny white stone； a woman holding a crystal sphere in one upraised hand； her face calm and dignified and full of wise authority。 Whole； she would have been perhaps a foot tall。 But why did she appear so familiar？ She almost seemed to call to Egwene to pick her up。
Not until Egwene's fingers closed on the broken statuette did she realize she had climbed over the rope。 Foolish； when I don't know what it is； she thought； but it was already too late。
As her hand grasped it； the Power surged within her； into the half figure then back into her； into the figure and back； in and back。 The crystal sphere flickered in fitful； lurid flashes； and needles stabbed her brain with each flash。 With a sob of agony； she loosed her hold and clasped both hands to her head。
The crystal sphere shattered as the figure hit the floor and broke into pieces； and the needles vanished； leaving only dull memories of the pain and a queasiness that wobbled her knees。 She squeezed her eyes shut so she could not see the room heaving。 The figure had to be a ter'angreal； but why had it hurt her like that when she only touched it？ Perhaps because it was broken； perhaps； broken； it could not do what it was meant for。 She did not even want to think of what it might have been made for； testing ter'angreal was dangerous。 At least it must be broken beyond danger now。 Here； at least。 Why did it seem to call me？
Nausea faded； and she opened her eyes。 The figure was back on the shelf； as whole as it had been when she first saw it。 Strange things happened in Tel'aran'rhiod； but that was stranger than she wanted to see。 And this was not what she had e for。 First she had to find her way out of the Panarch's Palace。 Climbing back over the rope； she hurried out of the chamber； trying not to run。
The palace was empty of life； of course。 Human life； at least。 Colorful fish swam in large fountains that splashed merrily in the courtyards surrounded by delicately columned walks and balconies screened by stonework like intricately carved lace。 Lily pads floated on the waters； and white flowers as big as dinner plates。 In the World of Dreams； a place was as it was in the so…called real world。 Except for people。 Elaborate golden lamps stood in the hallways； wicks uncharted； but she could smell the perfumed oil in them。 Her feet raised no hint of dust from the bright carpets that surely could never have been beaten； not
here。
Once she did see another person walking ahead of her； a man in gilded； ornately worked plate and mail armor； a pointed golden helmet crested with white egret plumes under his arm。 〃Aeldra？〃 he called； smiling。 〃Aeldra； e look at me。 I am named the Lord Captain of the Panarch's Legion。 Aeldra？〃 He walked on another pace； still