The other two Wise Ones nodded.
"What is the plan?" Nynaeve said.
"Your part in it is—" Cadsuane began.
"Wait," Nynaeve said. "My part? I want to hear the whole thing."
"You'll hear when we're ready to tell you," Cadsuane said curtly. "And don't make me regret my decision to speak in your behalf."
Nynaeve forced her mouth shut, eyes aflame. But she did not snap at them.
"Your part," Cadsuane continued, "is to find Perrin Aybara."
"What good will that do?" Nynaeve asked, then added, "Cadsuane Sedai."
"That is our business," Cadsuane said. "He has been traveling in the south recently, but we can't discover exactly where. The al'Thor boy might know where he is. Find out for us, and perhaps I'll explain the point."
Nynaeve nodded reluctantly, and the others turned to a discussion of how much strain from balefire the Pattern could take before unraveling completely. Nynaeve listened in silence, obviously trying to glean more about Cadsuane's plan, though there didn't seem to be many clues.
Min only half-listened. Whatever the plan, someone would need to watch out for Rand. His deed this day would be destroying him inside, no matter what he proclaimed. There were plenty of others worrying about what he would do at the Last Battle. It was her job to get him to that Last Battle alive and sane, with his soul in one piece.
Somehow.
CHAPTER 38
News in Tel'aran'rhiod
Egwene, see reason," Siuan said, faintly translucent because of the ter'angreal ring she had used to enter Tel'aran'rhiod. "What good can you do, rotting in that cell? Elaida will see that you're never let free, not after what you said you did at that dinner." Siuan shook her head. "Mother, sometimes you just have to face truth. You can only repair a net so many times before you need to toss the thing aside and weave a new one."
Egwene sat on a three-legged stool in the corner of the room, the front part of a cobbler's shop. She'd chosen the location at random, just in case, eschewing a location in the White Tower itself. The Forsaken knew that Egwene and the others walked the World of Dreams.
With Siuan, Egwene could be more relaxed, more her real self. The two of them both understood that Egwene was now the Amyrlin and Siuan her lesser, but at the same time, they shared a bond. A camaraderie due to the station they both had filled. That bond, strangely, had turned into something akin to friendship.
At the moment, Egwene was nearly ready to strangle her friend. "We've been over this," she said firmly. "I cannot flee. Each day I spend imprisoned—but do not break—is another blow to Elaida's rule. If I disappear before her trial, it will undermine everything we've worked for!"
"The trial will be a sham, Mother," Siuan said. "And if it isn't, the punishment will be light. From what you've told me, she didn't break any bones when she beat you—why, she didn't break the skin."
That was true. Egwene's bleeding had been from broken glass, not Elaida's stripes.
"Even a formal censure from the Hall will undermine her," Egwene said. "My resistance, my refusal to break my imprisonment, means something. The Sitters themselves come to visit me! If I were to flee, it would look as though I'd given in to Elaida."
"Didn't she declare you a Darkfriend?" Siuan asked pointedly.
Egwene hesitated. Yes, Elaida had done that. But she didn't have proof for it.
Tower law was intricate, and sorting out the proper punishments and interpretations could be complicated. The Three Oaths would have prevented Elaida from using the One Power as a weapon, and so Elaida must have thought that what she was doing wasn't a violation. Either she had gone farther than she'd planned, or she saw Egwene as a Darkfriend. She could argue for either position to defend herself; the latter would relieve her of the most guilt, but the former would be much easier to prove.
"She could succeed at having you convicted," Siuan said, apparently thinking along the same lines. "You would be slated for execution. What then?"
"She won't succeed. She hasn't any proof that I am a Darkfriend, and so the Hall will never allow it."
"And if you're wrong?"
Egwene hesitated. "Very well. If the Hall decides that I am to be executed, I will let you get me out. But not until then, Siuan. Not until then."
Siuan snorted. "You might not have an opportunity, Mother. If Elaida cows them, she will act quickly. The woman's punishments can be swift as a stormwind, take you unaware. I know that for certain."
"If that happens," Egwene said pointedly, "my death would be a victory. Elaida would be the one who gave up, not I."