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After a moment； Egwene nodded。 To control saidar； first you had to surrender to it。
It was not until she was shivering her way back to her own tent that she realized Moiraine had spoken to her the whole time as an equal。 Perhaps she was closer to being ready to choose her Ajah than she thought。
Chapter 16
（Sunburst）
An Unexpected Offer
Sunlight creeping through the window woke Nynaeve。 For a moment she lay sprawled atop the striped coverlet。 Elayne lay sleeping in the other bed。 The early morning was already warm； and the night had not been much better； but that was not the reason Nynaeve's shift was twisted and sweaty。 Her dreams after discussing what she had seen with Elayne had not been good。 In most she had been back in the Tower； being dragged before the Amyrlin； who was sometimes Elaida and sometimes Moghedien。 In some Rand had been lying beside the Amyrlin's writing table like a dog； collared and leashed and muzzled。 The dreams about Egwene had been as bad in a way； boiled catfern and powdered mavinsleaf tasted just as bad in a dream as they did awake。
Making her way to the washstand； she cleansed her face； and scrubbed her teeth with salt and soda。 The water was not hot； but it could not be called cool either。 The sodden shift she stripped off； and dug a fresh one from one of the chests； along with a hairbrush and mirror。 Peering at her own image； she regretted undoing her braid for fort。 It had not helped； and now her hair hung in a tangle to her waist。 Sitting down on the chest； she laboriously worked the knots out； then began giving her hair its hundred strokes。
Three scratches ran down her neck and disappeared beneath her shift。 They were not as red as they might have been； thanks to an ointment of heal…all taken from the Macura woman。 She had told Elayne they came from brambles。 Foolish … she suspected that Elayne knew it was not true； despite her tale of looking about the Tower grounds after Egwene left … but she had been too upset to think straight。 She had snapped at the other woman several times； for no reason except that she was thinking about her unfair treatment by Melaine and Egwene。 Not that it doesn't do her good to be reminded she's not the Daughter…Heir here。 Still； it was none of the girl's fault； she would have to make it up to her。
In the mirror she saw Elayne rise and begin washing。 〃I still think my plan is best；〃 the girl said； scrubbing her face。 Her raven…dyed hair did not seem to have one snarl； despite her curls。 〃We could be in Tear much more quickly my way。〃
Her plan was to abandon the coach once they reached the Eldar； at some small village where there would not likely be many Whitecloaks； and just as important； no eyes…and…ears for the Tower。 There they were to take a riverboat down to Ebou Dar； where they could find a ship for Tear。 That they had to go to Tear was no longer in doubt。 Tar Valon they would avoid at all cost。
〃How long before a boat stops where we are？〃 Nynaeve said patiently。 She had thought this was all settled before they went to sleep。 It had been； to her mind。 〃You yourself said that every boat might not stop。 And how long do we wait in Ebou Dar before we find a ship for Tear？〃 Putting the brush down； she began remaking her braid。
〃The villagers hang out a flag if they want a boat to put in； and most will。 And there are always ships for anywhere in a seaport the size of Ebou Dar。〃
As if the girl had ever been in a seaport of any size before leaving the Tower with Nynaeve。 Elayne always thought that whatever she had not learned of the world as Daughter…Heir of Andor； she had learned in the Tower； even after plenty of proof to the contrary。 And how dare she put on that forbearing tone with her！ 〃We are not likely to find that gathering of Blues on a ship； Elayne。〃
Her own plan was to stick with the coach； cross the rest of Amadicia； then Altara and Murandy； to Far Madding in the Hills of Kintara； and over the Plains of Maredo to Tear。 It would certainly take longer； but aside from the chance of finding that gathering somehow； coaches very rarely sank。 She could swim； but she was not fortable with land pletely out of sight。
Patting her face dry； Elayne changed her shift and came to help with doing the braid。 Nynaeve was not fooled； she would hear about boats again。 Her stomach did not like boats。 Not that that had influenced her decision； of course。 If she could bring Aes Sedai to Rand's Aiel； it would be well worth the longer travel time。
〃Have you recalled the name？〃 Elayne asked； weaving the strands of hair。
〃At least I remembered there was a name。 Light； give me time。〃 She was sure there had been a name。 A town； it would have to be or a city。 She could not have seen the name of a country and forgotten it。 Drawing a long breath； she took a hold on her temper； and went on in a milder tone。 〃I will remember it； Elayne。 Just give me time。〃
Elayne made a nonmittal sound and continued braiding。 After a bit； she said； 〃Was it really wise to send Birgitte looking for Moghedien？〃
Nynaeve shot the young woman a sidelong frown； but it rolled off her like water off oiled silk。 As a change of subject； this was not the one she would have chosen。 〃Better we find her than she finds us。〃
〃I suppose so。 But what will we do when we find her？〃
She had no answer for that。 But it was better to be the hunter than the hunted； however roughly it went。 The Black Ajah had taught her that。
The mon room was not crowded when they went down； yet even at that early hour there was a sprinkling of pale cloaks among the patrons； mostly on older men； all with officers' rank。 No doubt they preferred to eat from the inn's kitchens rather than what Whitecloak cooks dished up in the garrison。 Nynaeve would almost rather have eaten on a tray again； but that little room was like a box。 All of these men were intent on their food； the Whitecloaks no less than the others。 Surely it was quite safe。 Cooking smells filled the air； apparently these men wanted beef or mutton even first thing in the morning。
No sooner did Elayne's foot leave the last step than Mistress Jharen bustled up to offer them； or 〃the Lady Morelin〃 rather； a private dining room。 Nynaeve never shifted her eyes toward Elayne； but the other woman said； 〃I think we will eat here。 I seldom have the opportunity to eat in a mon room； and I quite enjoy it； really。 Have one of your girls bring us something cooling。 If the day is like this already； I fear I'll swelter before we reach the next stop。〃
It was a constant wonder to Nynaeve that that haughty manner never got them thrown bodily into the street。 She had met enough lords and ladies by now to know that nearly all behaved in that fashion； but still。 She would not have put up with it for a minute。 The innkeeper； though； bobbed a curtsy； smiling and drywashing her hands； then showed them to a table near a window looking onto the street and scurried away to do Elayne's bidding。 Perhaps that was her way of getting back at the girl。 They were off by themselves； well away from the men already at other tables； but anyone walk