"Madness!" Dyelin muttered in a low voice, snatching up the clothes. "Utter madness!"
"What is this about?" Birgitte whispered. "Should I come with you?"
"I must go alone," Elayne whispered back. "Don't argue." Not that Birgitte gave any outward sign of it, but the bond carried volumes. Taking the golden hoops From her ears, she handed them to Birgitte, then hesitated before adding her Great Serpent ring. The Wise Ones had said she must come as a child came to birth. They had had a great many instructions, first among them to tell no one what was coming. For that matte
r, she wished she knew. A child came to birth without foreknowledge of what was to happen. Birgitte's muttering began to sound like Dyelin's.
Nadere came forward with the cloak, but simply held it out; Elayne had to take it and wrap it around herself hastily. She was still sure she could feel Taim's gaze. Holding the heavy wool close, her instinct was to hurry from the room, but instead she drew herself up and turned around slowly. She would not scurry out cloaked in shame.
The men who had come with Taim stood rigidly, facing the doors, and Taim himself was peering at the fireplace, arms folded across his chest. The feel of his eyes had been imagination, then, Excepting Nadere, the other women looked at her in variations of curiosity, consternation and shock Nadere merely seemed impatient.
Elayne tried for her most queenly voice. "Mistress Harfor, you will offer Master Taim and his men wine, before they go," Well, at least it did not tremble, "Dyelin, please entertain the Wavemistress and the Windfinder, and see if you can allay their fears. Birgitte, I expect to hear your plan for recruiting tonight." The women she named blinked in startlement, nodded wordlessly,
Then she walked from the room, followed by Nadere, wishing she could have done better, The last thing she heard before the door closed behind her was Zaida's voice. "Strange customs, you shorebound have."
In the corridor she tried to move a little faster, though it was not easy while keeping the cloak from gaping, The red-and-white floor tiles were much colder than the carpets in the sitting room. A few servants, warmly bundled in good woolen livery, stared when they saw her, then hurried on about their tasks. The flames of the stand-lamps flickered; there were always drafts in the hallways. Occasionally the air stirred enough to make a wall hanging ripple lazily.
"That was on purpose, wasn't it." she said to Nadere, not really asking a question, "Whenever you called me, you'd have made sure there were plenty of people to watch. To make sure adopting Aviendha was important enough to me." It had to be more important that anything else, they had been told. "What did you do to her?" Aviendha seemed to have very little modesty sometimes, often walking around her apartments unclothed and unconcerned, not even noticing when servants entered. Making her undress in a crowd would have proved nothing.
"That is for her to tell you if she wishes," Nadere said complacently. 'You are sharp to see it; many do not." Her large bosom heaved in a grunt that might have been a laugh. "Those men, turning their backs, and those women, guarding you. I would have put a stop to it if the man in the embroidered coat had not kept looking over his shoulder to admire your hips. And if your blushes had not said you knew."
Elayne missed a step and stumbled, The cloak Bared, losing the little body warmth it had trapped before she could snatch it closed again. "That filthy pig-kisser!" she growled, "I'll...! I'll...!" Burn her, what could she do? Tell Rand? Let him deal with Taim? Never in life!
Nadere eyed her quizzically, "Most men enjoy looking at a woman's bottom. Stop thinking about men, and start thinking about the woman you want for a sister."
Flushing again, Elayne put her mind on Aviendha, It did nothing to settle her nerves. There were specific things she had been told to think on before the ceremony, and some made her uneasy.
Nadere kept her pace to Elayne's, and Elayne took great care not to let her legs flash through the cloak's opening - there were servants everywhere - so it took them some little time to reach the room where the Wise Ones were gathered, more than a dozen of them in their bulky skirts and white blouses and dark shawls, decked with necklaces and bracelets of gold and silver, gems and ivory, their long hair held back with folded scarves. All the furnishings and carpets had been cleared out, leaving bare white floor tiles, and there was no fire on the hearth. Here, deep in the palace, with no windows, the crash of thunder was barely audible.
Elayne's eyes went straight to Aviendha, standing on the far side of the room. Naked. She smiled at Elayne nervously, Nervously! Aviendha! Hurriedly throwing off the cloak, Elayne smiled back. Nervously, she realized. Aviendha gave a soft laugh, and after a moment, Elayne did, too. Light, the air was cold! And the floor was colder!
She did not know most of the Wise Ones in the room, but one face jumped at her, Amys' prematurely white hair combined with features that appeared short of their middle years to give her something of the look of an Aes Sedai, She must have Traveled from Cairhien. Egwene had been teaching the dreamwalkers, to repay their teaching about Tel'aran'rhiod. And to meet a debt, she claimed, though she had never made clear what debt.
"I hoped Melaine would be here," Elayne said, She liked Bael's wife, a warm and generous woman. Not like two others in the room she recognized, bony Tamela with her angular face, and Viendre, a beautiful, blue-eyed eagle. Both were stronger in the Power than she, stronger than any sister she had met save Nynaeve. That was not supposed to matter among Aiel, but she could think of no other reason why they always sneered and looked down their noses when they saw her.
She expected Amys to take charge - Amys always did, it seemed - but it was a short woman named Monaelle, her hair yellow with hints of red, who stepped forward. Not truly short, yet still the only woman in the room shorter than Elayne. And the weakest in the Power, too, barely strong enough, had she gone to Tar Valon, to have earned the shawl. Perhaps that really did not count with Aiel.
"Were Melaine here," Monaelle said, her tone brisk but not unfriendly, "the babes she carries would be part of the bond between you and Aviendha, if the weaves brushed them. If they survived, that is; the unborn are not strong enough for this. The question is, are the two of you?" She gestured with both hands, pointing to spots on the floor not far from her. "Come here to the middle of the chamber, both of you."
For the first time, Elayne realized that saidar was to be part of this. She had thought it would be just a ceremony, pledges exchanged, perhaps oaths given. What was going to happen? It did not matter, except.... Her steps dragged as she moved toward Monaelle, "My Warder.... Our bond.... Will she be... affected... by this." Aviendha, coming to face her, had frowned when Elayne hesitated, but at the question, she swung startled eyes to Monaelle. Clearly, it was something she had not thought of.
The short Wise One shook her head, "No one outside this chamber can be touched by the weaves. She may sense some part of what you share with each other, because of her bond with you, but only a very little." Aviendha heaved a sigh of relief that Elayne echoed.
"Now," Monaelle went on, "There are forms to be followed. Come. We are not clan chiefs discussing water-pledges over oosquai." Laughing, making what seemed to be jokes about clan chiefs and the strong Aiel liquor, the other women formed a circle around Aviendha and Elayne. Monaelle settled gracefully to the floor, sitting cross-legged two paces to one side of the bare women. Laughter ceased as her voice became formal. "We are gathered because two women wish to be first-sisters. We will see whether they are strong enough, and if they are, help them. Are their mothers present?"
Elayne gave a start, but the next moment Viendre was behind her. "I stand for Elayne Trakand's mother, who cannot be here," Hands on Elayne's shoulders, Viendre pushed her forward and pressed down until she was kneeling on the cold tiles in front of Aviendha, then knelt behind her. "I offer my daughter to her testing."
Tamela appeared behind Aviendha, pressing her down with her knees almost touching Elayne's, kneeling at her back. "I stand for Aviendha's mother, who cannot be here, I offer my daughter to her testing."
Another time, Elayne might have giggled. Neither woman looked more than a half-dozen years older than Aviendha or her. Another time. Not now. The standing Wise Ones wore solemn faces. They were studying her and Aviendha as if weighing them, unsure they would measure up,
"Who will suffer the pangs of birth for them?" Monaelle asked, and Amys stepped forward.
Two others came with her, a fiery redhead named Shyanda, whom Elayne had seen with Melaine, and a graying woman she did not know. They helped Amys strip to her skin. Proud in her nakedness, Amys faced Monaell
e and slapped her nut belly, "I have borne children, I have given suck," she said, cupping breasts that looked as if she had done nothing of the kind. "I offer myself."
At Monaelle's dignified nod of acceptance, Amys went to her knees two paces on the other side of Elayne and Aviendha and settled back on her heels, Shyanda and the graying Wise One knelt flanking her, and suddenly the glow of the Power surrounded every woman in the room except Elayne, Aviendha and Amys.