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itudes； whatever that was supposed to mean … was more a demand that those Aes Sedai submit to Elaida immediately and be thankful they were allowed to。 Still； it was confirmation that they were not chasing a wild hare。 The trouble with the rest of what they saw in fragments was they did not know enough to fit them together。 Who was this Davram Bashere； and why was Elaida so frantic to find him？ Why had Elaida forbidden anyone to mention the name of Mazrim Taim； the false Dragon； with a threat of stiff penalties？ Why had Queen Tenobia of Saldaea and King Easar of Shienar both written letters politely but stiffly resenting White Tower meddling in their affairs？ It all made Elayne murmur one of Lini's sayings： 〃To know two； you must first know one。〃 Nynaeve could only agree that it certainly seemed so。
Aside from the trips to Elaida's study； they worked at learning control； of themselves and their surroundings in the World of Dreams。 Nynaeve did not mean to let herself be caught again as she had been by Egwene； and by the Wise Ones。 Moghedien she tried not to think about。 Much better to concentrate on the Wise Ones。
Of Egwene's trick of appearing in their dreams； as she had in Samara； they could puzzle out nothing； calling her did nothing except increase that uneasy feeling of being watched； and she did not make another such appearance。 Trying to hold somebody else in Tel'aran'rhiod was incredibly frustrating； even after Elayne hit on the trick； which was to see the other as just another part of the dream。 Elayne did it finally … and Nynaeve congratulated her with as good grace as she could muster … but for days Nynaeve could not。 Elayne might as well have been the near mist she seemed； vanishing with a smile whenever she chose。 When Nynaeve finally managed to fasten Elayne there； she felt the strain as if she were picking up a boulder。
Creating fantastical flowers or shapes by thinking of them was much more fun。 The effort involved seemed related to both how large the thing was and whether it might really exist。 Trees covered with wildly shaped blossoms in red and gold and purple were harder to make than a stand…mirror to examine what you had done to your dress； or what the other woman had done to it。 A gleaming crystal palace rising out of the ground was harder still； and even if felt solid to the touch； it changed whenever the image in your mind wavered and vanished as soon as the image did。 They quietly decided to leave animals alone after a peculiar thing … much like a horse with a horn on its nose！ … chased them both up a hill before they could make it vanish。 That very nearly sparked a new argument； with each of them claiming the other had made it； but by that time Elayne had recovered enough of her old self to start giggling over how they must have looked； racing up the hill with their skirts hauled up； shouting at the thing to go away。 Even Elayne's stubborn refusal to admit it had been her fault could not stop Nynaeve's giggles from bubbling up； too。
Elayne alternated between the iron disc and the apparently amber plaque with its carving of a sleeping woman； but she did not really like using either ter'angreal。 As hard as she worked with them； she did not feel as fully in Tel'aran'rhiod as with the ring。 And each did have to be worked； it was not possible to tie the flow of Spirit； or you bounced right back out of the World of Dreams immediately。 Channeling anything else at the same time seemed all but impossible； yet Elayne could not understand why。 She seemed more interested in how they had been made； and not at all pleased that they did not yield their secrets as easily as the a'dam。 Not knowing the 〃why〃 was a burr in her stocking。
Once； Nynaeve tried one of the pair； coincidentally on the night they were to meet Egwene； the night after leaving Boannda。 She would not have been angry enough if not for the thing that rubbed her wrong so often。 Men。
Neres began it； stumping around the deck as the sun began to sink； muttering to himself about having his cargo stolen。 She ignored him； of course。 Then Thom； making up his bed at the foot of the after mast； said quietly； 〃He has a point。〃
It was plain he did not see her in the fading lurid light； and neither did Juilin； squatting beside him。 〃He's a smuggler； but he did pay for those goods。 Nynaeve had no right to seize them。〃
〃A woman's flaming rights are whatever she flaming says they are。〃 Uno laughed。 〃That's what women in Shienar say； anyway。〃
That was when they saw her and fell silent； as usual finding wisdom too late。 Uno rubbed at his cheek； the one without a scar。 He had removed his bandages that day； and he knew now what had been done。 She thought he looked embarrassed。 It was hard to tell in the fast…shifting shadows； but the other two seemed to have no expression at all。
She did nothing to them； of course； only stalked away with a firm grip on her braid。 She even managed to stalk down the ladder。 Elayne already had the iron disc in her hand； the dark wooden box sat open on the table。 Nynaeve picked up the yellowish plaque carved inside with a sleeping woman； it felt slick and soft； not at all something that would scratch metal。 With that edge of anger smoldering inside her； saidar was a warm glow just out of sight over her shoulder。 〃Maybe I can e up with some idea why this thing won't let you channel anything but dribbles。〃
Which was how she found herself in the Heart of the Stone； channeling a flow of Spirit into the plaque； which in Tel'aran'rhiod was tucked into her belt pouch。 As she often did in the World of Dreams； Elayne wore a gown suitable for her mother's court； green silk embroidered in gold around the neck； with a necklace and bracelets of gold links and moonstones； but Nynaeve was surprised to discover that she herself had on something not very different； though her hair was in a braid … and its own color … instead of loose about her shoulders。 Her gown was pale blue and silver； and if not so low as Luca's dresses； still lower than she thought she would have chosen。 Still； she liked the way the single firedrop on its silver chain looked gleaming between her breasts。 Egwene would not find it easy to bully a woman dressed so。 Certainly not that that could have had anything to do with why she had donned it； even unconsciously。
Right away she saw what Elayne had meant about looking just fine； to herself； she appeared no different than the other woman； who had the twisted stone ring somehow threaded onto her necklace。 Elayne； however； said she looked。。。 misty。 Misty was how saidar felt； too； except for the flow of Spirit she had begun to weave while awake。 The rest was thin； and even the never…seen warmth of the True Source seemed muted。 Her anger remained just strong enough for her to channel。 If irritation at the men faded before the puzzle； that puzzle was its own irritant； steeling herself to confront Egwene had no part in it； she was not steeling herself at all； and there was no reason for the faint taste of boiled catfern and powdered mavinsleaf on her tongue！ Yet producing a single flame； dancing in midair； one of the first things a novice was taught； seeme