"I don't care how you regard me," Egwene said evenly, seating herself on an oversized oak chair, bearing a plaque that identified it as a gift from a moneylender in Tear. "An Amyrlin needs not the regard of those who follow her, so long as she is obeyed."
"You've been captured and overthrown."
Egwene raised an eyebrow, meeting Meidani's gaze. "Captured, true."
"The Hall among the rebels will have chosen a new Amyrlin by now."
"I happen to know that they have not."
Meidani hesitated. Revealing the existence of contact with the rebel Aes Sedai was a gamble, but if she couldn't secure the loyalty of Meidani and the spies, then she was on shaky ground indeed. Egwene had assumed that it would be easy to gain the woman's support, considering how frightened Meidani had been at supper. But it seemed that the woman was not as easily cowed as it had appeared.
"Well," Meidani said. "Even if that is true, you must know that they picked you to be a figurehead. A puppet to be manipulated."
Egwene held the woman's gaze.
"You have no real authority," Meidani said, voice wavering slightly.
Egwene did not look away. Meidani studied her, brow wrinkling slowly, step by step, furrows appearing across her smooth, ageless Aes Sedai face. She searched Egwene's eyes, like a mason searching a piece of stone for flaws before setting it in place. What she found seemed to confuse her further.
"Now," Egwene said, as if she had not just been questioned, "you will tell me precisely why you have not fled the Tower. While I do believe that your spying on Elaida is valuable, you must know how much danger you are in now that Elaida is aware of your true allegiance. Why not leave?"
"I ... cannot say," Meidani said, glancing away.
"I'm commanding you as your Amyrlin."
"I still cannot say." Meidani looked down at the floor, as if ashamed.
Curious, Egwene thought, hiding her frustration. "It is obvious that you do not understand the gravity of our situation. Either you accept my authority, or you accept that of Elaida. There is no middle ground, Meidani. And I promise you this: If Elaida retains the Amyrlin Seat, you will find her treatment of those she sees as traitors to be quite unpleasant."
Meidani continued to look down. Despite her initial resistance, it seemed that she had little strength of will remaining.
"I see." Egwene rose to her feet. "You've betrayed us, haven't you?
Did you go to Elaida's side before you were exposed or after Beonin's confession?"
Meidani looked up immediately. "What? No! I never betrayed our cause!" She seemed sickened, face pale, mouth a thin line. "How could you think that I'd support that horrid woman? I hate what she has done to the Tower."
Well, that was straightforward enough; little room to wiggle around the Three Oaths in those statements. Either Meidani was true or she was Black—though Egwene had difficulty believing that a Black sister would endanger herself by telling a lie that could be exposed with such relative ease.
"Why not run, then?" Egwene asked. "Why stay?"
Meidani shook her head. "I cannot say."
Egwene took a deep breath. Something about the entire conversation irritated her. "Will you at least tell me why you take dinner with Elaida so often? Surely it's not because you enjoy such treatment."
Meidani blushed. "Elaida and I were pillow-friends during our days as novices. The others decided that if I were to renew the relationship, perhaps it would lead to my gaining valuable information."
Egwene folded her arms beneath her breasts. "It seems reckless to assume she would trust you. However, Elaida's thirst for power is guiding her to make reckless moves of her own, so perhaps the plan was not completely ill advised. Regardless, she'll never draw you into her confidence now that she knows of your true allegiances."
"I know. But it was decided that I shouldn't let on that I'm aware of her knowledge. If I were to back away now, it would let on that we've been warned—and that is one of the precious few edges we now hold."
Precious few enough that she should have just run from the Tower. There was nothing to be gained by staying. Why, then? Something was holding the woman back, it seemed. Something strong. A promise?
"Meidani," Egwene said, "I need to know what it is that you aren't telling me."
She shook her head; she almost looked afraid. Light! Egwene thought. I won't do to her what Elaida does those evenings at supper.
Egwene sat back down. "Straighten your back, Meidani. You're not some simpering novice. You're Aes Sedai. Start acting like one."