Nynaeve and Elayne watched her make the weaves, Elayne looking awed, though Nynaeve nodded thoughtfully to herself.
"Sit, please," Egwene said, making herself a chair and sitting in it. "We have much to discuss." Elayne made herself a throne, probably unconsciously, and Nynaeve made a seat copying the chairs of the Sitters in the room. Egwene, of course, had moved the Amyrlin Seat.
Nynaeve looked from one throne to another, obviously dissatisfied. Maybe that was why she'd resisted these meetings for so long; Egwene and Elayne had risen so far.
It was time for some honey to take away the bitterness. "Nynaeve," Egwene said. "I'd like it very much if you could return to the Tower and teach more of the sisters in your new method of Healing. Many are learning it, but they could use more instruction. And there are others who are reluctant to abandon the old ways."
"Stubborn goats," Nynaeve said. "Show them cherries and they'll still eat the rotten apples, if they've been doing it long enough. I'm not sure it would be prudent for me to come, though. Er, Mother."
"Why is that?"
"Rand," Nynaeve said. "Someone has to keep an eye on him. Someone other than Cadsuane, at least." Her lips turned down at that woman's name. "He's changed recently."
"Changed?" Elayne said, sounding concerned. "What do you mean?"
"Have you seen him recently?" Egwene asked.
"No," Elayne said immediately. Too quickly. It was undoubtedly the truth Elayne wouldn't lie to her but there were things she was hiding about Rand. Egwene had suspected it for a time. Could she have bonded him?
"He has changed," Nynaeve said. "And it's a very good thing. Mother . . . you don't know how bad he grew. There were times when I was terrified of him. Now . . . that's gone. He's the same person he even talks the same way as before. Quietly, without anger. Before it was like the quiet of a knife being drawn, and now it's like the quiet of a breeze."
"He's awakened," Elayne said suddenly. "He's warm now."
Egwene frowned. "What does that mean?"
"I . . . Actually, I don't know." Elayne blushed. "It came out. Sorry."
Yes, she'd bonded him. Well, that could be useful. Why didn't she wish to speak of it? Egwene would have to talk to her alone sometime.
Nynaeve was studying Elayne with narrowed eyes. Had she noticed as well? Her eyes flickered toward Elayne's chest, then down at her belly.
"You're pregnant!" Nynaeve accused suddenly, pointing at Elayne.
The Andoran queen blushed. That was right, Nynaeve wouldn't know of the pregnancy, though Egwene had heard from Aviendha.
"Light!" Nynaeve said. "I didn't think I'd let Rand out of my sight long enough for that. When did it happen?"
Elayne blushed. "Nobody said that he "
Nynaeve gave Elayne a flat stare, and the Queen blushed further. Both knew Nynaeve's feelings about propriety in these matters and, in truth, Egwene agreed. But Elayne's private life was none of her business.
"I'm happy for you, Elayne," Egwene said. "And for Rand. I'm no
t certain what I think of the timing. You should know that Rand is planning to break the remaining seals upon the Dark One's prison, and in so doing, risk releasing him upon the world."
Elayne pursed her lips. "Well, there are only three seals left, and they're crumbling."
"So what if he is running that risk?" Nynaeve said. "The Dark One will be freed when the final seal crumbles; best if it happens when Rand is there to battle him."
"Yes, but the seals? That's foolhardy. Surely Rand can face the Dark One, and defeat him, and seal him away without taking that risk."
"Maybe you're right," Nynaeve said.
Elayne looked troubled.
This was a more lukewarm reception than Egwene had expected. She'd thought that the Wise Ones would resist her, while Nynaeve and Elayne would immediately see the danger.
Nynaeve has been around him too much, Egwene thought. She was likely caught up by his ta'veren nature. The Pattern bent around him. Those near