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Nynaeve waited for the rest； but the other woman fell silent。 This was the dire message？ She looked at Elayne； but the heat seemed to be catching up to the girl； drooping in her chair； she was staring at her hands on the table。 〃Is that all of it？〃 Nynaeve demanded； and surprised herself by yawning。 The heat must be reaching her； too。
The seamstress only watched her； intently。
〃I said；〃 Nynaeve began； but suddenly her head felt too heavy for her neck。 Elayne had slumped onto the table； she realized； eyes closed and arms hanging limply。 Nynaeve stared at the cup in her hands with horror。 〃What did you give us？〃 she said thickly； that minty taste was still there； but her tongue felt swollen。 〃Tell me！〃 Letting the cup fall； she levered herself up against the table； knees wobbling。 〃The Light burn you； what？〃
Mistress Macura scraped back her chair and stepped out of reach； but her earlier nervousness was now a look of quiet satisfaction。
Blackness rolled in on Nynaeve； the last thing she heard was the seamstress' voice。 〃Catch her； Luci！〃
Chapter 10
（Harp）
Figs and Mice
Elayne realized that she was being carried upstairs by her shoulders and ankles。 Her eyes opened； she could see； but the rest of her body might as well have belonged to someone else for all the control she had over it。 Even blinking was slow。 Her brain felt crammed full of feathers。
〃She's awake； Mistress！〃 Luci shrilled； nearly dropping her feet。 〃She's looking at me！〃
〃I told you not to worry。〃 Mistress Macura's voice came from above her head。 〃She cannot channel； or twitch a muscle； not with forkroot tea in her。 I discovered that by accident； but it has certainly e in handy。〃
It was true。 Elayne sagged between them like a doll with half the stuffing gone； bumping her bottom along the steps； and she could as well have run as channel。 She could sense the True Source； but trying to embrace it was like trying to pick up a needle on a mirror with cold…numbed fingers。 Panic welled up； and a tear slid down her cheek。
Perhaps these women meant to turn her over to the Whitecloaks for execution； but she could not make herself believe that the Whitecloaks had women setting traps in the hope that an Aes Sedai might wander in。 That left Darkfriends； and almost certainly serving the Black Ajah right along with the Yellow。 She would surely be put in the hands of the Black Ajah unless Nynaeve had escaped。 But if she was to escape； she could not count on anyone else。 And she could neither move nor channel。 Suddenly she realized that she was trying to scream； and producing only a thin； gurgling mew！ Halting it took all the strength she had left。
Nynaeve knew all about herbs； or claimed she did； why had she not recognized whatever that tea was？ Stop this whining！ The small； firm voice in the back of her head sounded remarkably like Lini。 A shoat squealing under a fence just attracts the fox； when it should be trying to run。 Desperately； she set herself to the simple task of embracing saidar。 It had been a simple task； but now she might as well have been attempting to reach saidin。 She kept on； though； it was the only thing she could do。
Mistress Macura； at least； seemed to have no worry。 As soon as they had dropped Elayne onto a narrow bed in a small； close room with one window； she hustled Luci right out again with not even a backward glance。 Elayne's head had fallen so she could see another cramped bed； and a highchest with tarnished brass pulls on the drawers。 She could move her eyes； but shifting her head was beyond her。
In a few minutes the two women returned； puffing； with Nynaeve slung between them； and heaved her onto the other bed。 Her face was slack； and glistening with tears； but her dark eyes。。。 Fury filled them； and fear； too。 Elayne hoped anger was uppermost； Nynaeve was stronger than she； when she could channel； perhaps Nynaeve could manage where she was failing miserably； time after time。 Those had to be tears of rage。
Telling the thin girl to stay there； Mistress Macura hurried out once more； this time ing back with a tray that she placed atop the highchest。 It held the yellow teapot； one cup； a funnel and a tall hourglass。 〃Now Luci； mind you pour a good two ounces into each of them as soon as that hourglass empties。 As soon； mind！〃
〃Why don't we give it to them now； Mistress？〃 the girl moaned； wringing her hands。 〃I want them to go back to sleep。 I don't like them looking at me。〃
〃They would sleep like the dead； girl； and this way we can let them rouse just enough to walk when we need them to。 I will dose them more properly when it's time to send them off。 They'll have headaches and stomach cramps to pay for it； but no more than they deserve； I suppose。〃
〃But what if they can channel； Mistress？ What if they do？ They're looking at me。〃
〃Stop blathering； girl；〃 the older woman said briskly。 〃If they could； don't you think they would have by now？ They are helpless as kittens in a sack。 And they will stay that way as long you keep a good dose in them。 Now； you do as I told you； understand？ I must go tell old Avi to send off one of his pigeons； and make a few arrangements； but I will be back as soon as I can。 You had better brew another pot of forkroot just in case。 I'll go out the back。 Close up the shop。 Someone might wander in； and that would never do。〃
After Mistress Macura left； Luci stood staring at them for a while； still wringing her hands； then finally scurried out herself。 Her sniffling faded down the stairs。
Elayne could see sweat beading on Nynaeve's brow； she hoped it was effort； not the heat。 Try； Nynaeve。 She herself reached for the True Source； fumbling clumsily through the wads of wool that seemed to pack her head； failed； tried again and failed； tried again。。。 Oh； Light； try Nynaeve！ Try！
The hourglass filled her eyes； she could not look at anything else。 Sand pouring down； each grain marking another failure on her part。 The last grain dropped。 And Luci did not e。
Elayne strained harder； for the Source； to move。 After a bit the fingers of her left hand twitched。 Yes！ A few minutes more； and she could lift her hand； only a feeble inch before it fell again； but it had lifted。 With an effort； she could turn her head。
〃Fight it；〃 Nynaeve mumbled thickly； barely intelligible。 Her hands were gripping the coverlet under her tightly； she seemed to be trying to sit up。 Not even her head lifted； but she was trying。
〃I am；〃 Elayne tried to say； it sounded more like a grunt to her ears。
Slowly she managed to raise her hand to where she could see it； and hold it there。 A thrill of triumph shot through her。 Stay afraid of us； Luci。 Stay down there in the kitchen a little while longer； and。。。
The door banged open； and sobs of frustration racked her as Luci dashed in。 She had been so close。 The girl took one look at them and with a yelp of pure terror darted for the highchest。
Elayne tried to fight her； but thin as she was； Luci batted her floundering hands away effortlessly； forced the funnel between her teeth just as easily。 The girl pante