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uches him； or speaks above a whisper。〃
Liandrin paused as if considering； then nodded graciously。 〃I will ask Chesmal to see what she can do。 Yet you understand that I make no promises。〃 The woman's unsteady thanks followed her up； but she paid them no mind。 Temaile had let herself be carried away。 She had been Gray Ajah before being Black； and she always made a point of spreading the pain evenly when she mediated； she had been very successful as a mediator； for she liked spreading pain。 Chesmal said he might be able to do small tasks in a few months； so long as they were not too hard and no one raised a voice。 She had been one of the best Healers in generations among the Yellow； so she should know。
The front withdrawing room startled her when she went in。 Nine of the ten Black sisters who had e with her stood around the room against the carved and painted paneling； though there were plenty of silk…cushioned chairs on the gold…fringed carpet。 The tenth； Temaile Kinderode； was handing a delicate porcelain cup of tea to a dark…haired； sturdily handsome woman in a bronze…colored gown of unfamiliar cut。 The seated woman looked vaguely familiar； though she was not Aes Sedai； she was plainly approaching her middle years； and despite smooth cheeks there was nothing of agelessness about her。
Yet the mood made Liandrin cautious。 Temaile was deceptively fragile in appearance； with big； childlike blue eyes that made people trust her； those eyes appeared worried now； or uneasy； and the teacup rattled on the saucer before the other woman took it。 Every face looked uneasy； except that of the oddly familiar woman。 Coppery…skinned Jeaine Caide； in one of those disgusting Domani garments that she wore inside the house； had tears still glistening on her cheeks； she had been a Green； and liked flaunting herself in front of men even more than most Greens。 Rianna Andomeran； once White and always a coldly arrogant killer； nervously kept touching the pale streak in her black hair above her left ear。 Her arrogance had been flattened。
〃What has happened here？〃 Liandrin demanded。 〃Who are you； and what …？〃 Suddenly the memory flashed into her head。 A Darkfriend； a servant in Tanchico who had continually gotten above herself。 〃Gyldin！〃 she snapped。 This servant had followed them in some fashion and obviously was trying to pass herself off as a Black courier with some dire news。 〃You have overstepped yourself too far this time。〃 She reached to embrace saidar； yet even as she did the glow surrounded the other woman； and Liandrin's reach ran into a thick invisible wall shutting her away from the Source。 It hung there like the sun； tantalizingly out of reach。
〃Stop gaping； Liandrin；〃 the woman said calmly。 〃You look like a fish。 It is not Gyldin； but Moghedien。 This tea needs more honey； Temaile。〃 The slender； fox…faced woman darted to take the cup； breathing heavily。
It had to be so。 Who else could have so cowed the others？ Liandrin looked at them standing around the walls。 Round…faced Eldrith Jhondar； for once not looking vague at all despite an ink smudge on her nose； nodded vigorously。 The others seemed afraid to twitch。 Why one of the Forsaken … they were not supposed to use that name； but usually did； among themselves … why Moghedien would have masqueraded as a servant； she could not understand。 The woman had or could have everything that she herself wanted。 Not just knowledge of the One Power beyond her dreams； but power。 Power over others； power over the world。 And immortality。 Power for a lifetime that would never end。 She and her sisters had speculated on dissension among the Forsaken； there had been orders at odds with each other； and orders given to other Darkfriends at odds with theirs。 Perhaps Moghedien had been hiding from the rest of the Forsaken。
Liandrin spread her divided riding skirts as best she could in a deep curtsy。 〃We wele you； Great Mistress。 With the Chosen to lead us； we shall surely triumph before the Day of the Great Lord's Return。〃
〃Nicely said；〃 Moghedien said dryly； taking the cup back from Temaile。 〃Yes； this is much better。〃 Temaile looked absurdly grateful； and relieved。 What had Moghedien done？
Suddenly a thought came to Liandrin； an unwele one。 She had treated one of the Chosen as a servant。 〃Great Mistress； in Tanchico I did not know that you …〃
〃Of course you did not；〃 Moghedien said irritably。 〃What good to bide my time in the shadows if you and these others knew me？〃 Abruptly a small smile appeared on her lips； it touched nothing else。 〃Are you worried about those times you sent Gyldin to the cook to be beaten？〃 Sweat beaded suddenly on Liandrin's face。 〃Do you truly believe I would allow such a thing？ The man no doubt reported to you； but he remembered what I wanted him to remember。 He actually felt sorry for Gyldin； so cruelly treated by her mistress。〃 That seemed to amuse her greatly。 〃He gave me some of the desserts that he made for you。 It would not displease me if he still lives。〃
Liandrin drew a relieved breath。 She would not die。 〃Great Mistress； there is no need to shield me。 I also serve the Great Lord。 I swore my oaths as a Darkfriend before ever I went to the White Tower。 I sought the Black Ajah from the day that I knew that I could channel。〃
〃So you will be the only one in this ill…ordered pack who does not need to learn who her mistress is？〃 Moghedien quirked an eyebrow。 〃I would not have thought it of you。〃 The glow around her vanished。 〃I have tasks for you。 For all of you。 Whatever you have been doing； you will forget。 You are an inept lot； as you proved in Tanchico。 With my hand on the dog whip； perhaps you will hunt more successfully。〃
〃We await orders from the Tower； Great Mistress；〃 Liandrin said。 Inept！ They had almost found what they were hunting for in Tanchico； when the city exploded in riots； they had barely escaped destruction at the hands of Aes Sedai who had somehow wandered into the middle of their plan。 Had Moghedien revealed herself； or even taken part on their behalf； they would have triumphed。 If their failure was anyone's fault； it was Moghedien's herself。 Liandrin reached toward the True Source； not to embrace it； but to be certain that the shield had not merely been tied off。 It was gone。 〃We have been given great responsibilities； great works to perform； and surely we will be manded to continue …〃
Moghedien cut her off sharply。 〃You serve whichever of the Chosen chooses to snap you up。 Whoever sends you orders from the White Tower； she takes her own from one of us now； and very likely grovels on her belly when she does。 You will serve me； Liandrin。 Be sure of it。〃
Moghedien did not know who headed the Black Ajah。 It was a revelation。 Moghedien did not know everything。 Liandrin had always imagined the Forsaken as close to omnipotent； something far beyond ordinary mortals。 Perhaps the woman truly was in flight from the other Forsaken。 To hand her over to them would surely earn her a high place。 She might even bee one of them。 She had a trick； learned in childhood。 And she could touch the Source。 〃Great Mistress； we serve the Great Lord； as you do。 We also were promi