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n her head。
Replacing her own portrait； she took down her mother's； taken at perhaps two years older。 Lini had been nurse to three generations of Trakand women。 Maighdin Trakand had been beautiful。 Morgase could remember that smile； when it had bee a mother's loving beam。 It was Maighdin who should have had the Lion Throne。 But a fever had carried her away； and a young girl had found herself High Seat of House Trakand； in the middle of a struggle for the throne with no more support in the beginning than her House retainers and the House bard。 I won the Lion Throne。 I will not give it up； and I will not see a man take it。 For a thousand years a queen has ruled Andor； and I will not let that end now！
〃Meddling in my things again； are you； child？〃
That voice triggered long…forgotten reflexes。 Morgase had the miniature hidden behind her back before she knew it。 With a rueful shake of her head she put the portrait back on its stand。 〃I am not a girl in the nursery any longer； Lini。 You must remember that； or one day you will say something where I must do something about it。〃
〃My neck is scrawny and old；〃 Lini said； setting a net bag of carrots and turnips on the table。 She looked frail in her neat gray dress； her white hair drawn back in a bun from a narrow face with skin like thin parchment； but her back was straight； her voice clear and steady； and her dark eyes as sharp as ever。 〃If you want to give it to hangman or headsman； I am almost done with it anyway。 'A gnarled old branch dulls the blade that severs a sapling。'〃
Morgase sighed。 Lini would never change。 She would not curtsy if the entire court were watching。 〃You do grow tougher as you grow older。 I am not certain a headsman could find an axe sharp enough for your neck。〃
〃You've not been to see me in some time； so I suppose there's something you need to work out in your mind。 When you were in the nursery … and later … you always used to e to me when you couldn't work matters out。 Shall I make a pot of tea？〃
〃Some time； Lini？ I visit you every week； and a wonder I do； given how you speak to me。 I would exile the highest lady in Andor if she said half what you do。〃
Lini gave her a level look。 〃You have not darkened my doorway since the spring。 And I talk as I always have； I'm too old to change now。 Do you want tea？〃
〃No。〃 Morgase put a hand to her head in confusion。 She did visit Lini every week。 She could remember。。。 She could not remember。 Gaebril had filled her hours so pletely that sometimes it was hard to remember anything other than him。 〃No； I do not want tea。 I do not know why I came。 You cannot help me with the problem I have。〃
Her old nurse snorted； though somehow she made it a delicate sound。 〃Your trouble is with Gaebril； isn't it？ Only now you're ashamed to tell me。 Girl； I changed you in your cradle； tended you when you were sick and heaving your stomach up； and told you what you needed to know about men。 You have never been too shamed to discuss anything with me； and now is no time to begin。〃
〃Gaebril？〃 Morgase's eyes widened。 〃You know？ But how？〃
〃Oh； child；〃 Lini said sadly； 〃everyone knows； though no one's had the courage to tell you。 I might have； if you hadn't stayed away； but it is hardly something I could go running to you with； now is it？ It is the kind of thing a woman won't believe until she finds out for herself。〃
〃What are you talking about？〃 Morgase demanded。 〃It was your duty to e to me if you knew； Lini。 It was everyone's duty！ Light； I am the last to know； and now it may be too late to stop it！〃
〃Too late？〃 Lini said incredulously。 〃Why should it be too late？ You bundle Gaebril out of the Palace； out of Andor； and Alteima and the others with him； and it is done with。 Too late； indeed。〃
For a moment Morgase could not speak。 〃Alteima；〃 she said finally； 〃and。。。 the others？〃
Lini stared at her； then shook her head in disgust。 〃I am an old fool； my wits are dry…rooted。 Well； you know now。 'When the honey's out of the b； there's no putting it back。' 〃 Her voice became gentler and at the same time brisk； the voice she had used for telling Morgase that her pony had broken a leg and had to be put down。 〃Gaebril spends most of his nights with you； but Alteima has nearly as much of his time。 He spreads himself thin with the other six。 Five have rooms in the Palace。 One； a big…eyed young thing； he sneaks in and out for some reason all swathed in a cloak； even in this heat。 Perhaps she has a husband。 I'm sorry； girl； but truth is truth。 'Better to face the bear than run from it。' 〃
Morgase's knees sagged； and if Lini had not hurriedly pulled a chair from the table to shove under her； she would have sat down on the floor。 Alteima。 Him watching the two of them as they gossiped took on a new image； now。 A man fondly watching two of his pet cats at play。 And six others！ Rage boiled up in her； a rage that had been lacking when she only thought he was after her throne。 That she had considered coldly； clearly； as clearly as she could consider anything recently。 That was a danger that had to be looked at with cold reason。 But this！ The man had ensconced his jades in her palace。 He had made her just another of his trulls。 She wanted his head。 She wanted him flayed alive。 The Light help her； she wanted his touch。 I must be going mad！
〃That will be solved along with everything else；〃 she said coldly。 Much depended on who was in Caemlyn； and who on their country estates。 〃Where is Lord Pelivar？ Lord Abelle？ Lady Arathelle？〃 They led strong Houses； and many retainers。
〃Exiled；〃 Lini said slowly； giving her an odd look。 〃You exiled them from the city last spring。〃
Morgase stared back。 She remembered none of that。 Except that now； dim and distant； she did。 〃Lady Ellorien？〃 she said slowly。 〃Lady Aemlyn； and Lord Luan？〃 More strong Houses。 More Houses that had been behind her before she gained the throne。
〃Exiled；〃 Lini replied just as slowly。 〃You had Ellorien flogged for demanding to know why。〃 She bent to brush Morgase's hair back； gnarled fingers lingering on her cheek as they had when she checked for fever。 〃Are you well； girl？〃
Morgase nodded dully； but it was because she was remembering； in a shadowy way。 Ellorien； screaming in outrage as her gown was ripped down the back。 House Traemane had been the very first to throw its support to Trakand； brought by a plumply pretty woman only a few years older than Morgase。 Brought by Ellorien； now one of her closest friends。 At least； she had been。 Elayne had been named after Ellorien's grandmother。 Vaguely she could recall others leaving the city； distancing themselves from her； it seemed obvious now。 And those who remained？ Houses too weak to be of any use； or else sycophants。 She seemed to recall signing numerous documents Gaebril had laid in front of her； creating new titles。 Gaebril's toad…eaters and her enemies； they were all she could count on being strong in Caemlyn。
〃I do not care what you say；〃 Lini said firmly。 〃You have no fever； but there's something wrong。 You need an Aes Sedai Healer is what you need。〃
〃No Aes Sedai。〃 Morgas