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d do this？ How could anyone do this？〃 Aviendha shook her head wonderingly； and Lan did not even bother with that。 He just watched nine directions at once； as though he expected whoever； or whatever； had mitted this murder to e through one of the two tiny windows if not through the walls。 Birgitte drew her belt knife； and by her face； she dearly wished she had her bow。 That drawn arrow was stronger than ever in Elayne's head。
At first； Nynaeve simply stood in one spot； studying the hut's interior。 There was little to see； aside from the obvious。 A second three…legged stool； a rough table holding a flickering lamp； a green teapot and a second cup； a rude stone fireplace with cold ash on the hearthstone。 That was all。 The hut was so small it only took Nynaeve a step to reach the table。 Dipping her finger into the teapot； she touched it to the tip of her tongue； then spat vigorously and emptied the whole teapot into the table in a wash of tea and tea leaves。 Elayne blinked wonderingly。
〃What happened？〃 Vandene asked coolly from the door。 Lan moved to bar her way； but she stopped him with a small gesture。 Elayne started to put an arm around her； and received another raised hand to keep her back。 Vandene's eyes remained on her sister； calm in a face of Aes Sedai serenity。 The dead woman on the cot might as well not have existed。 〃When I saw all of you heading this way； I thought。。。 We knew we didn't have many years remaining； but。。。 〃 Her voice sounded serenity itself； but small wonder if that was a mask。 〃What have you found； Nynaeve？〃
Sympathy looked odd on Nynaeve's face。 Clearing her throat； she pointed to the tea leaves without touching them。 To white shavings among the matted black leaves。 〃This is crimsonthorn root；〃 she said； trying to sound matter…of…fact and failing。 〃It's sweet； so you might miss it in tea unless you know what it is； especially if you take a lot of honey。〃
Vandene nodded； never taking her eyes from her sister。 〃Adeleas developed a taste for sweet tea in Ebou Dar。〃
〃A little kills pain；〃 Nynaeve said。 〃This much。。。 This much kills； but slowly。 Even a few sips would be enough。〃 Taking a deep breath； she added； 〃They might have remained conscious for hours。 Not able to move； but aware。 Either whoever did this didn't want to risk someone ing too soon with an antidote … not that I know one； for a brew this strong … or else they wanted one or the other to know who was killing them。〃 Elayne gasped at the brutality； but Vandene simply nodded。
〃Ispan； I think； since they appear to have taken the most time with her。〃 The white…haired Green almost seemed to be thinking aloud； working out a puzzle。 Cutting a throat took less time than driving a stake through someone's heart。 The calm of her made Elayne's skin crawl。 〃Adeleas would never have accepted anything to drink from someone she didn't know； not out here with Ispan。 Those two facts name her killer； in a way。 A Darkfriend； and one of our party。 One of us。〃 Elayne felt two chills； her own； and Birgitte's。
〃One of us；〃 Nynaeve agreed sadly。 Aviendha began testing the edge of her belt knife on her thumb； and for once； Elayne felt no objection。
Vandene asked to be left alone with her sister for a few moments； and sat on the floor to cradle Adeleas in her arms before they were out of the door。 Jaem； Vandene's gnarled old Warder； was waiting outside with a shivering Kirstian。
Suddenly a wail burst out inside the hut； the full…throated cry of a woman mourning the loss of everything。 Nynaeve； of all people； turned to go back； but Lan laid a hand on her arm； and Jaem planted himself before the door with eyes not much warmer than Lan's。 There was nothing to do but leave them； Vandene to shriek her pain； and Jaem to guard her in it。 And share it； Elayne realized； feeling that knot of emotions in her head that was Birgitte。 She shivered； and Birgitte put an arm around her shoulders。 Aviendha did the same from the other side； and motioned for Nynaeve to join them； which she did； after a moment。 The murder Elayne had thought of so lightly had e； one of their panions was a Darkfriend； and the day suddenly felt cold enough to shatter bones； but there was a warmth in the closeness of her friends。
The last ten funereal miles to Caemlyn took two days in the snow； with even the Windfinders decently subdued。 Not that they pushed Merilille any less hard。 Not that Kin stopped talking； and falling silent whenever a sister or one of the Knitting Circle came near。 Vandene； with her sister's silver…mounted saddle on her horse； appeared as serene as she had at Adeleas' graveside； but Jaem's eyes carried a silent promise of death that surely rode in Vandene's heart； too。 Elayne could not have been happier to see the walls and towers of Caemlyn if the very sight had given her the Rose Crown and brought back Adeleas。
Even Caemlyn； one of the great cities of the world； had never seen the likes of their party before； and once inside the fifty…foot walls of gray stone they attracted notice as they crossed the New City along wide； slush…filled streets bustling with people and carts and wagons。 Shopkeepers stood in their doorways and gaped。 Wagon drivers reined in their teams to stare。 Towering Aielmen and tall Maidens eyed them from every corner； it seemed。 The people seemed to take no notice of the Aiel； but Elayne did。 She loved Aviendha as she did herself； more； but she could not love an army of armed Aiel walking Caemlyn's streets。
The Inner City； ringed by towered walls of silver…streaked white； was a remembered delight； and Elayne finally began to feel that she was ing home。 The streets followed the curves of the hills； and every rise presented a new vista of snow…covered parks and monuments laid out to be seen from above as well as up close； of brightly tiled towers shining with a hundred colors in the afternoon sun。 And then the Royal Palace itself was before them； a confection of pale spires and golden domes and intricate stonework traceries。 The banner of Andor waved from nearly every prominence； the White Lion on red。 And from the others； the Dragon Banner or the Banner of Light。
At the tall gilded gates of the Palace； Elayne rode forward alone in her travel…stained gray riding dress。 Tradition and legend said women who first approached the Palace in splendor always failed。 She had made clear that she had to do it alone； yet she almost wished Aviendha and Birgitte had succeeded in overruling her。 Half the two dozen guards in front of the gates were Aiel Maidens； the others men in blue helmets and blue coats with a red…and…gold Dragon marching across the chest。
〃I am Elayne Trakand；〃 she announced loudly； surprised at how calm she sounded。 Her voice carried； and across the great plaza people turned from staring at her panions to stare at her。 The ancient formula rolled from her tongue。 〃In the name of House Trakand； by right of descent from Ishara； I have e to claim the Lion Throne of Andor； if the Light wills it so。〃
The gates opened wide。
It would not be that easy； of course。 Even possession of the Palace was not enough to hold the throne of Andor by itself。 Passing her panions into the care of an astonished Reene Harfor … and very pleased to see that the graying First Maid； round and as regal as any queen； still had the Palace in her capable hands … and a coterie of servants in red…and…white livery； Elayne hurried to the Grand Hall； the throne room of Andor。 Alone； again。 This was not part of the ritual； not yet。 She should have been going to change into the red silk with the pearl…worked bodice and white lions climbing the sleeves； but she felt pelled。 This time； not even Nynaeve tried to object。
White columns twenty paces high marched down the sides of the Grand Hall。 The throne room was empty； still。 That would not last long。 Clear afternoon light through the glassed casements in tall windows along the walls mingled with the colored light through the great windows set in the ceiling； where the White Lion of Andor alternated with scenes of Andoran victories and the faces of the land's earliest queens； beginning with Ishara herself； as dark as any of the Atha'an Miere； as full of authority as any Aes Sedai。 No ruler of Andor could forget herself with the predecessors who had forged this nation staring down at her。
One thing she feared to see … the huge monstrosity of a throne； all gilded Dragons； that she had seen standing on the dais at the far end of the Hall in Tel'aran'rhiod。 It was not there； thank the Light。 The Lion Throne no longer rested on a tall plinth like some trophy； either； but kept its proper place upon the dais； a massive chair； carved and gilded； but sized for a woman。 The White Lion； picked out in moonstones on a field of rubies； would stand above the head of any woman who sat there。 No man could feel at his ease sitting on that throne； because； so legend said； he would know he had sealed his doom。 Elayne thought it more likely the builders had simply made sure a man would not fit on it easily。
Climbing the white marble steps of the dais； she laid a hand on one arm of the throne。 She had no right to sit on it herself； not yet。