Towers of Midnight (The Wheel of Time 13)
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Nynaeve blinked. "Advice on what?"
"Well," Egwene said, strolling across the Flame, "you're one of the few people I can think of who has been in a situation similar to mine."
"Amyrlin?" Nynaeve asked flatly.
"A leader," Egwene said, passing Nynaeve and nodding for her to walk beside her, "that everyone thinks is too young. Who rose to her position abruptly. Who knows she is the right woman for the job, yet has only grudging acceptance from most of those near her."
"Yes," Nynaeve said, walking with Egwene, eyes growing distant. "You could say I know something of being in that situation."
"How did you deal with it?" Egwene asked. "It seems that everything I do, I need to do myself because if I don't, they ignore me once I'm out of sight. Many assume that I give orders just to be seen making noise, or they resent my position above them."
"How did I deal with it when I was Wisdom?" Nynaeve asked. "Egwene, I don't know if I did. I could barely keep myself from boxing Jon Thane's ears half the days, and don't get me talking about Cenn!"
"But eventually they respected you."
"It was a matter of not letting them forget my station. They couldn't be allowed to continue to think of me as a young girl. Establish your authority quickly. Be firm with the women in the Tower, Egwene, because they'll begin by seeing how far they can push you: And once you've let them push you a handspan, it's harder than winter molasses to get back what you've lost."
"All right," Egwene said.
"And don't come up with idle work for them to do," Nynaeve said. They passed out of the Hall of the Tower, strolling through the hallways. "Get them used to you giving orders, but make those orders good ones. Make sure they don't bypass you. I'd guess that it might be easy for them to start looking to the Sitters or the Ajah heads instead of you; women in Emond's Field started going to the Women's Circle instead of me.
"If you discover that the Sitters are making decisions that should have come before the entire Hall, you have to make a big fuss about it. Trust me. They'll grouse that you're making too much noise over small things, but they'll think twice about doing something important without your attention."
Egwene nodded. It was good advice, though of course it came colored by Nynaeve's view of the world. "I think the biggest problem," Egwene said, "is that I have so few true supporters."
"You have me. And Elayne."
"Do I?" Egwene said, stopping in the hallway and looking at Nynaeve. "Do I really have you, Nynaeve?"
The former Wisdom stopped beside her. "Of course you do. Don't be silly."
"And how will it seem," Egwene asked, "if those who know me best refuse my authority? Might it seem to the others that there is something they do not know? Some weakness that only my friends have seen?"
Nynaeve froze. Suddenly, her honesty melt
ed into suspicion, her eyes narrowing. "This wasn't about asking me for advice at all, was it?"
"Of course it was," Egwene said. "Only a fool would ignore the advice of those who support her. But how did it feel for you, those first weeks when you became Wisdom? When all the women you were supposed to be leading looked at you only as the girl they had known?"
"Terrible," Nynaeve said softly.
"And were they wrong to do so?"
"Yes. Because I'd become something more. It wasn't me any longer, it was my station."
Egwene met the older woman's eyes, holding them, and an understanding passed between them.
"Light," Nynaeve said. "You caught me quite soundly, didn't you?"
"I need you, Nynaeve," Egwene said. "Not just because you're so strong in the Power, not just because you're a clever, determined woman. Not just because you're refreshingly untainted by Tower politics, and not just because you're one of the few who knew Rand before this all began. But because I need people I can trust implicitly. If you can be one of those."
"You'll have me kneeling on the ground," Nynaeve said. "Kissing your ring."
"And? Would you have done it for another Amyrlin?"
"Not happily."
"But you'd have done it."