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With an effort Nynaeve suppressed her vexation。 〃Then we mustn't waste what time we have。 Have you seen any of them since we last met？〃 There was no need to say who。
〃Too many。 Lanfear is often in Tel'aran'rhiod； of course； but I have seen Rahvin and Sammael and Graendal。 Demandred。 And Semirhage。〃 Birgitte's voice tightened at the last name； even Moghedien； who hated her； did not frighten her visibly； but Semirhage was another matter。
Nynaeve shivered as well … the golden…haired woman had told her too much of that one … and realized she was wearing a thick wool cloak； with a deep hood pulled up to hide her face； flushing； she made it disappear。
〃None of them have seen you？〃 she asked anxiously。 Birgitte was more vulnerable than herself in many ways； despite her knowledge of Tel'aran'rhiod。 She had never been able to channel； any of the Forsaken could destroy her as if crushing an ant； without breaking stride。 And if she were destroyed here； there would be no rebirth for her ever again。
〃I am not so unskilled … or so foolish … as to allow that。〃 Birgitte leaned on her silver bow； legend said she never missed with that bow and her silver arrows。 〃They are concerned with each other； not anyone else。 I have seen Rahvin and Sammael； Graendal and Lanfear； each stalking the others unseen。 And Demandred and Semirhage each shadowing them as well。 I have not seen so much of them here since they were freed。〃
〃They are up to something。〃 Nynaeve bit her lip in vexed frustration。 〃But what？〃
〃I cannot say yet； Nynaeve。 In the War of the Shadow； they were always plotting； against each other as often as not； but their work has never boded well for the world； waking or dreaming。〃
〃Try to find out； Birgitte； as much as you can safely； at any rate。 Do not take any risks。〃 The other woman's face did not change； but Nynaeve thought she was amused； the fool woman thought as little of danger as did Lan。 She wished she could ask about the White Tower； about what Siuan might be scheming； but Birgitte could neither see nor touch the waking world unless she was called there by the Horn。 You are just trying to avoid what you really want to ask！ 〃Have you seen Moghedien？〃
〃No；〃 Birgitte sighed； 〃but not for lack of trying。 In the usual course I can find anyone who knows they are in the World of Dreams； there is a feel； like ripples spreading through the air from them。 Or perhaps from their awareness； I do not know； really。 I am a soldier； not a scholar。 Either she has not e into Tel'aran'rhiod since you defeated her； or。。。〃 She hesitated； and Nynaeve wanted to stop her from saying what she knew would e next； but Birgitte was too strong to dodge unpalatable possibilities。 〃Or else she knows I have been looking for her。 She can hide； that one。 She is not called the Spider for nothing。〃 That was what a moghedien had been； in the Age of Legends； a tiny spider that spun its webs in secret places； its bite poisonous enough to kill in heartbeats。
Suddenly very much aware of feeling unseen eyes； Nynaeve shivered heavily。 It was not trembling。 Just a shiver； not trembling。 Still； she kept the sleek Taraboner gown firmly in mind lest she abruptly find herself wearing armor。 It was embarrassing enough if that sort of thing happened when she was alone； even more under the cool blue gaze of a woman valiant enough to be a match for Gaidal Cain。
〃Can you find her even when she wants to remain hidden； Birgitte？〃 It was a very great deal to ask； if Moghedien knew she was being hunted； like searching for a lion in high grass armed only with a stick。
The other woman did not hesitate。 〃Perhaps。 I will try。〃 Hefting her bow； she added； 〃I must go； now。 I do not want to risk being seen by the others when they e。〃
Nynaeve put a hand on her arm to stop her。 〃It would be a help if you let me tell them。 That way I could share what you've told me about the Forsaken with Egwene and the Wise Ones； and they could tell Rand。 Birgitte； he needs to know …〃
〃You promised； Nynaeve。〃 Those bright blue eyes were unyielding as ice。 〃The prescripts say that we must not let anyone know that we reside in Tel'aran'rhiod。 I have broken many by speaking to you； much more by giving aid； because I cannot stand by and watch you battle the Shadow … I have fought that battle in more lifetimes than I can remember … but I will keep as many of the prescripts as I can。 You must hold to your promise。〃
〃Of course I will；〃 she said indignantly； 〃unless you release me from it。 And I do ask you to …〃
〃No。〃
And Birgitte was gone。 One moment Nynaeve's hand rested on a white coatsleeve； the next on empty air。 In her mind she ran through a few curses she had overheard from Thom and Juilin； the sort she would have scolded Elayne for listening to； much less using。 There was no point calling Birgitte's name again。 She probably would not e。 Nynaeve only hoped she responded the next time she or Elayne called。 〃Birgitte！ I will keep my promise； Birgitte！〃
She would have heard that。 Perhaps by their next meeting she would know something of Moghedien's activities。 Nynaeve almost hoped she would not。 If she did； it meant that Moghedien really was stalking Tel'aran'rhiod。
Fool woman！ 〃If you don't look for snakes； you cannot plain when one bites you。〃 She really did want to meet Elayne's Lini one day。
The emptiness of the vast chamber oppressed her； all those great polished columns and that sense of being watched from the dimness between。 If there really was anybody there； Birgitte would have known。
She realized that she was smoothing the silk gown over her hips； and； to take her mind off eyes that were not there； she concentrated on the dress。 It had been in good Two Rivers woolens that Lan had first seen her； and a simple embroidered dress that she had been wearing when he professed his love； but she wanted him to see her in gowns like this。 It would not be indecent if he was the one seeing her。
A tall standing mirror appeared； casting her reflection as she turned this way and that； even peering back over her shoulder。 The yellow folds sheathed her closely； suggesting everything they hid。 The Women's Circle in Emond's Field would have hauled her off for a good talking to in private； Wisdom or no Wisdom。 Yet it was quite beautiful。 Here； alone； she could admit that she had a bit more than gotten used to wearing something like this in public。 You enjoyed it； she scolded herself。 You are every bit as much a hussy as Elayne seems to be turning into！ But it was beautiful。 And maybe not as immodest as she had always said。 Not a neckline cut halfway to her knees； like the First of Mayene； for instance。 Well； perhaps Berelain's were not that low； but they were still far deeper than respectability required。
She had heard about what Domani women often wore； even Taraboners called those indecent。 With the thought； the yellow silk folds became rippling flows； with a narrow belt of woven gold。 And thin。 Her face colored。 Very thin。 Barely opaque at all； in fact。 The gown certainly did more than suggest。 If Lan saw her in that； he would not gabble that his love