She wore a blue-fringed shawl they all wore their shawls.
Who was she? Amys and Bair had mentioned the others-usually in acid tones-but never another. Egwene recognized them, including the young woman with the determined blue eyes she had seen before in Tel'aran'rhiod. The least they can do is be where they said they would be when they said they-" She cut off as seven women appeared suddenly on the other side of Callandor. They were much better, last time." Bair's snort would have made Sorilea blink. "At least we can hope they will not try to pretend they know everything and we nothing. To others The Sword That Is Not a Sword might be a symbol of the Dragon Reborn to her, it was a wetlander concern. Rand had put it there to remind the Tairens of him, as if there was any chance of them forgetting, but Amys barely glanced at it. Driven into the floorstones there was what appeared to be a sword made of crystal, Callandor of prophecy, a male sa'angreal and one of the most powerful ever made. "They are late again," Amys said wryly, walking out into the open space beneath the chamber's great dome. There were times when surrender lost less ji and earned less toh than the alternatives, but no Aiel would ever consider it without even trying to fight. She did not think the other two women had noticed, or would know what the dress meant if they did. As soon as she did, it became a copy of the Wise Ones' garb, without jewelry. Egwene caught only a word here and there, but two of them were "Rand al'Thor." Abruptly she realized she was wearing an Accepted's white dress with the banded hem. They were talking quietly, and looking irritated. Amys and Bair were already there, looking no different than they had that morning, except that all their necklaces and bracelets sparkled a bit more than even gold really should have. Unlit, but there was of course light, coming from everywhere and nowhere. The Heart of the Stone, in the Stone of Tear. She stood in a great vaulted chamber forested with thick columns of polished redstone. Her stomach was not turning over anymore. The last thing before sleep came, she realized something surprising.
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She was tired enough that falling asleep presented no problem, though if necessary she knew how to put herself to sleep at any time now, or enter a light trance where she could be in the World of Dreams and still talk-well, mumble-to someone waiting by her body.
Firmly she put down the brush, blew out the lamp and crawled onto her pallet. Whatever happened tonight, she had to make herself face it, and that was that. Not everyone could be as brave as everyone else, but cowardice was despicable. They were going to start her lessons again after tonight's meeting, but. Nothing serious, just an upset stomach, but she did not think she could visit the dream tonight. (AnyBooksFree) Only, she could not see what good it would do, and she was certain that dream of breaking things meant something would go badly wrong Chewing her lip, she considered going to Amys and telling her she was not feeling well.