“Inherited from Elaida, perhaps,” Egwene said, eyes narrowing just slightly.

She was right to bring Nynaeve back, Siuan thought, taking a sip of soup. She takes his side far too often for comfort.

Nynaeve sighed, taking her spoon to begin her soup. “I didn’t mean that as a challenge, Mother. I just want to show how he thinks. Light! I didn’t approve of much of what he did, particularly lately. But I can see how he got there.”

“He has changed, though,” Siuan said thoughtfully. “You said so yourself.”

“Yes,” Nynaeve said. “The Aiel say he’s embraced death.”

“I’ve heard that from them, too,” Egwene said. “But I looked into his eyes, and something else has changed, something inexplicable. The man I saw…”

“He didn’t seem like one to destroy Natrin’s Barrow?” Siuan shivered as she thought of that.

“The man I saw wouldn’t need to destroy such a place,” Egwene said. “Those inside would just follow him. Bend to his wishes. Because he was.”

The three fell silent.

Egwene shook her head and took a sip of her soup. She paused, then smiled. “Well, I see the soup is good. Perhaps things aren’t as bad as I thought.”

“The ingredients came from Caemlyn,” Nynaeve noted. “I overheard the serving girls talking.”

“Oh.”

More silence.

“Mother,” Siuan said, speaking carefully. “The women are still worried about the deaths in the Tower.”

“I agree, Mother,” Nynaeve said. “Sisters stare at one another with distrust. It worries me.”

“You both should have seen it before,” Egwene said. “During Elaida’s reign.”

“If it was worse than this,” Nynaeve said, “I’m glad that I didn’t.” She glanced down at her Great Serpent ring. She did that a lot, recently. As a fisher with a new boat often glanced toward the docks and smiled. For all her complaints that she was Aes Sedai, and for all the fact that she’d been wearing that ring for a long time now, she was obviously satisfied to have passed the testing and taken the oaths.

“It was terrible,” Egwene said. “And I don’t intend to let it go back to that. Siuan, the plan must be put into motion.”

Siuan grimaced. “I’ve been teaching the others. But I don’t think this is a good idea, Mother. They’re barely trained.”

“What’s this?” Nynaeve asked.

“Aes Sedai,” Egwene said. “Carefully chosen and given dream ter’angreal. Siuan is showing them how Tel’aran’rhiod works.”

“Mother, that place is dangerous.”

Egwene took another sip of soup. “I believe I know that better than most. But it is necessary; we must lure the killers into a confrontation. I’ll arrange for a ‘secret’ meeting among my most loyal Aes Sedai, in the World of Dreams, and perhaps lay clues that other people of importance will be attending. Siuan, you’ve contacted the Windfinders?”

“Yes,” Siuan said. “Though they want to know what you’ll give them to agree to meet with you.”

“The loan of the dream ter’angreal will be enough,” Egwene said dryly. “Not everything has to be a bargain.”