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her matter； one who had squandered the power of the Amyrlin Seat； alienating most of the sisters in the Tower。 The world believed that Shein had died in office； close on four hundred years ago； but the deeply hidden truth was that she had been deposed and sent into exile for life。 Even the secret histories treaded lightly in certain areas； yet it was fairly obvious that； after the fourth plot to restore her to the Amyrlin Seat was uncovered； the sisters guarding Shein had smothered her in her sleep with a pillow。 Egwene shivered； and told herself it was the cold。
Turning； she began making her slow way back to her tent alone。 Sleep well？ The fat moon hung low in the sky； and there were hours yet till sunrise； but she was not sure she was going to be able to sleep at all。
Chapter 16
（Flame of Tar Valon）
Unexpected Absences
Before the sun made a rim on the horizon the next morning； Egwene convened the Hall of the Tower。 In Tar Valon； that would have been acpanied by considerable ceremony； and even since leaving Salidar they had held to some despite the difficulties of travel。 Now； Sheriam simply went from Sitter's tent to Sitter's tent while it was still dark to announce that the Amyrlin Seat had called the Hall to Sit。 In fact； they did not sit at all。 In the grayness just before true sunrise； eighteen women stood in a semicircle on the snow to hear Egwene； all bundled against the cold that misted their breath。
Other sisters began appearing behind them to listen； only a few at the start； but when no one told them to leave； the group thickened and spread out to a soft buzz of talk。 A very muted buzz。 Few sisters would risk bothering a lone Sitter； much less the entire Hall。 The Accepted in banded dresses and cloaks who had appeared behind the Aes Sedai were quieter； of course； and even quieter the gathering novices who had no chores； though there were a good many more of them。 The camp now held half again as many novices as sisters； so many that few possessed a proper white cloak and most made do with a simple white skirt instead of a novice dress。 Some sisters still believed they should go back to the old ways and let girls seek them out； but most regretted the lost years； when Aes Sedai numbers dwindled。 Egwene herself almost shivered whenever she thought of what the Tower could have been。 This was one change not even Siuan could object to。
In the midst of all the gathering； Carlinya came around the corner of a tent and stopped short at the sight of Egwene and the Sitters。 Normally posure to her toenails； the White sister gaped； and her pale face reddened before she hurried away； looking back over her shoulder。 Egwene stifled a grimace。 Everyone was too concerned with what she herself was about this morning to have noticed； but sooner or later； someone was going to； and wonder。
Flinging back her delicately embroidered cloak to reveal the narrow blue stole of the Keeper； Sheriam made Egwene as much of a formal curtsy as her bulky garments allowed before taking a place at her side。 Wrapped in layers of fine wool and silk； the flame…haired woman was the very picture of equanimity。 At Egwene's nod； she took one step forward to intone the ancient formula in a clear； high voice。
〃She es； she es！ The Watcher of the Seals； the Flame of Tar Valon； the Amyrlin Seat。 Attend you all； for she es！〃 It seemed a little out of place here； and besides； she was already there； not ing。 The Sitters stood in silence； waiting。 A few frowned impatiently； or fiddled restlessly with cloaks or skirts。
Egwene pushed back her own cloak； uncovering the seven…striped stole draped around her neck。 These women needed any reminder she could give that she was indeed the Amyrlin Seat。 〃Everyone is weary from travel in this weather；〃 she announced； not quite so loudly as Sheriam； but loud enough that everyone could hear。 She felt a tingle of anticipation； an almost lightheaded thrill。 It was not much different from being queasy。 〃I have decided to stop here for two days； perhaps three。〃 That brought heads up and sparked interest。 She hoped Siuan was in the listening crowd。 She did try to hold to the Oaths。 〃The horses need rest； too； and many of the wagons badly need repairs。 The Keeper will see to the necessary arrangements。〃 It truly was begun； now。
She expected neither argument nor discussion； and there was none。 What she had told Siuan was no exaggeration。 Too many sisters hoped for a miracle； so they would not have to march on Tar Valon with the world watching。 Even among those convinced in their souls that Elaida must be ousted for the good of the Tower； despite everything they had done； too many would grasp any chance of delay； any chance for that miracle to appear。
One of those last； Romanda； did not wait for Sheriam to speak the closing lines。 As soon as Egwene finished speaking； Romanda； looking quite youthful with her tight gray bun hidden by her hood； simply strode away。 Cloaks flapping； Magla； Saroiya； and Varilin scurried after her。 As well as anyone could scurry； when every other step sank ankle…deep。 They did a good job of it anyway； Sitters or no； they hardly seemed to breathe without Romanda's permission。 When Lelaine saw Romanda leaving； she gathered up Faiselle； Takima； and Lyrelle from the semicircle with a gesture and went without a backward glance； like a swan with three anxious goslings。 If they were not so firmly in Lelaine's grasp as the other three were in Romanda's； they did not fall far short。 For that matter； the rest of the Sitters barely waited on the final 〃Depart now in the Light〃 to leave Sheriam's lips。 Egwene turned to go with her Hall of the Tower already scattering in every direction。 That tingle was stronger。 And very like being queasy。
〃Three days；〃 Sheriam murmured； offering Egwene a hand to help her down into one of the rutted paths。 The corners of her tilted green eyes crinkled quizzically。 〃I'm surprised； Mother。 Forgive me； but you dug in your heels nearly every time I wanted； to stop for more than one。〃
〃Speak to me again after you've talked to the wheelwrights and farriers；〃 Egwene told her。 〃We'll not go far with horses dropping dead and wagons falling apart。〃
〃As you say； Mother；〃 the other woman replied； not precisely meekly； but in perfect acceptance。
The footing was no better now than it had been the night before； and their steps sometimes slid。 Linking arms； they walked on slowly。 Sheriam offered more support than Egwene required； but she did so almost surreptitiously。 The Amyrlin Seat should not fall on her bottom in the full view of fifty sisters and a hundred servants； but neither should she seem propped up like an invalid。
Most of the Sitters who had sworn to Egwene； Sheriam included； had done so out of simple fear； really； and self…preservation。 If the Hall learned they had sent sisters to sway the Aes Sedai in Tar Valon； and worse； kept the fact from the Hall for fear of Darkfriends among the Sitters； they surely and certainly would spend the rest of their lives in penance and exile。 So the women who had believed they could somehow twitch Egwene about like a puppet； after the greater part of their influence with the Hall melted； instead found themselves sworn to obey her。 That was rare even in the secret histories； sisters were expected to obey the Amyrlin； but swearing fealty was something else again。 Most still seemed unsettled by it； though they did obey。 Few were as bad as Carlinya； but Egwene had actually heard Beonin's teeth chatter the first time she saw Egwene with Sitters after swearing。 Morvrin looked astonished anew whenever her eyes fell on Egwene； as if she still did not quite believe； and Nisao hardly seemed to stop frowning。 Anaiya clicked her tongue over the secrecy； and Myrelle often flinched； though for more reason than taking an oath。 But Sheriam simply had settled into the role of Egwene's Keeper of the Chronicles in truth； not just name。
〃May I suggest using this opportunity to see what the surrounding country offers in way of food and fodder； Mother？ Our stocks are low。〃 Sheriam frowned anxiously。 〃Especially tea and salt； though I doubt we'll find those。〃
〃Do what you can；〃 Egwene said in a soothing tone。 Odd now； to think that once she had gone in awe of Sheriam； and in no little fear of her displeasure。 Strange as it seemed； now that she was no longer Mistress of Novices； no longer trying to tug and push Egwene to do as she wished； Sheriam actually seemed happier。 〃I have every confidence in you； Sheriam。〃 The woman positively beamed at the pliment。
The sun still did not show above the tents and wagons to the east； but the camp was already bustling。 In a manner of speaking。 Breakfast done； the cooks were cleaning up； helped by a horde of novices。 From the vigor they put into it； the young women seemed to find some warmth in scrubbing kettles with snow； but the cooks moved laboriously； knuckling their backs； stopping to sigh and sometimes to pull their cloaks close and stare bleakly at the snow。 Shivering serving men； wearing most of the clothes they owned； had begun striking tents and loading wagons automatically as soon as they finished their hasty meal； and were now stumbling about to raise the tents and haul chests out of the wagons。 Animals that had been being harnessed were now being led away by weary horse…handlers who walked with heads down。 Egwene heard a few grumbles from men who failed to notice there were sisters nearby； but the greater number seemed too tired to voice a plaint。
Most of the Aes Sedai whose tents were up had vanished inside； but a good many still directed workers； and others hurried along the sunken paths on errands of their own。 Unlike everyone else； they showed as little outward weariness as the Warders； who somehow managed to appear as if they had had all the sleep they needed for this fine spring day。 Egwene suspected that was a real part of how a sister drew strength from her Warder； quite aside from what she could do with the bond。 When your Warder would not admit to himself that he was cold or tired or hungry； you just had to bear up as well。
On one of the crossing paths； Morvrin appeared； clutching Takima's arm。 Perhaps it was for support； though Morvrin was wide enough to make the shorter woman seem more diminutive than she actually was。 Perhaps it was to keep Takima from escaping； Morvrin was dogged once she set a goal。 Egwene frowned。 Morvrin might well be expected to seek out a Sitter for her Ajah； the Brown； yet Egwene would have thought Janya or Escaralde more likely。 The two passed out of sight behind a canvas…topped wagon on runners； Morvrin bending to talk in her panion's ear。 There was no way to tell whether Takima was paying any mind。
〃Is something the matter； Mother？〃
Egwene put on a smile that felt tight。 〃No more than usual； Sheriam。 No more than usual。〃
At the Amyrlin's Study； Sheriam departed to see to the tasks Egwene had given her； and Egwene went in to find everything in readiness。 She would have been surprised at anything else。 Selame was just setting a tea tray on the writing table。 Brightly colored beadwork ran across the rail…thin woman's
