As Egwene neared the entrance to the Hall, sisters stepped back and made way, some reluctantly, others reverently. She’d brought the Tower to its knees from the inside, while being beaten every day and doused with so much forkroot she could barely light a candle with the Power. So young. Yet what was age to Aes Sedai?

“I always thought I would be the one in there,” Siuan said softly, just for Bryne. “That I would receive him, guide him. I was the one who was to be sitting in that chair.”

Bryne’s grip tightened. “Siuan, I…”

“Oh, don’t be like that,” she growled, looking at him. “I don’t regret a thing.”

He frowned.

“It’s for the best,” Siuan said, though it twisted her insides in knots to admit it. “For all her tyranny and foolishness, it is good that Elaida removed me, because that is what led us to Egwene. She’ll do better than I could have. It’s hard to swallow—I did well as Amyrlin, but I couldn’t do that. Lead by presence instead of force, uniting instead of dividing. And so, I’m glad that Egwene is receiving him.”

Bryne smiled, and he squeezed her shoulder fondly.

“What?” she asked.

“I’m proud of you.”

She rolled her eyes. “Bah. That sentimentality of yours is going to drown me one of these days.”

“You can’t hide your goodness from me, Siuan Sanche. I see your heart.”

“You are such a buffoon.”

“Regardless. You brought us here, Siuan. Whatever heights that girl climbs to, she’ll do it because you carved the steps for her.”

“Yes, then handed the chisel to Elaida.” Siuan glanced toward Egwene, who stood inside the doorway into the Hall. The young Amyrlin glanced over the women gathered outside, and nodded in greeting to Siuan. Maybe even a little in respect.

“She’s what we need now,” Bryne said, “but you’re what we needed then. You did well, Siuan. She knows it, and the Tower knows it.”

That felt very good to hear. “Well. Did you see him when you came in?”

“Yes,” Bryne said. “He’s standing below, watched over by at least a hundred Warders and twenty-six sisters—two full circles. Undoubtedly he’s shielded, but all twenty-six women seemed in a near panic. Nobody dares touch him or bind him.”

“So long as he’s shielded, it shouldn’t matter. Did he look frightened? Haughty? Angry?”

“None of that.”

“Well, what did he look like, then?”

“Honestly, Siuan? He looked like an Aes Sedai.”

Siuan snapped her jaw closed. Was he taunting her again? No, the general seemed serious. But what did he mean?

Egwene entered the Hall, and then a white-dressed novice went scuttling away, tailed by two of Chubain’s soldiers. Egwene had sent for the Dragon. Bryne remained with his hand on Siuan’s shoulder, standing just behind her in the hallway. Siuan forced herself to be calm.

Eventually, she saw motion at the end of the hallway. Around her, sisters began to glow as they embraced the Source. Siuan resisted that mark of insecurity.