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me when I。。。 when I'm acting the fool。 I depend on you； Elayne。〃 Her voice stayed low； but her tone became almost a wail。 〃I can't afford to lose my wits in a man； not now。〃
Elayne was so shocked； she could not speak for a moment。 Nynaeve； admitting she had been a fool？ She almost looked to see whether the sun had turned green！ 〃It isn't Lan's fault； and you know it； Nynaeve；〃 she said at last。 She pushed away memories of her own recent thoughts about Rand。 This was not the same。 And the opportunity was a gift of the Light。 Tomorrow； Nynaeve would likely try to box her ears if she said Nynaeve was being foolish。 〃Take hold of yourself； Nynaeve。 Stop behaving like a giddy girl。〃 Definitely not thoughts of Rand！ She had not been mooning over him that badly！ 〃You're an Aes Sedai； and you are supposed to be leading us。 Lead！ And think！〃
Folding her hands at her waist； Nynaeve actually hung her head。 〃I'll try；〃 she mumbled。 〃I will； truly。 You don't know what it's like； though。 I。。。 I'm sorry。〃
Elayne nearly swallowed her tongue。 Nynaeve； apologizing on top of the other？ Nynaeve； abashed？ Maybe she was ill。
It did not last； of course。 Abruptly frowning at the angreal； Nynaeve cleared her throat。 〃You gave one to Aviendha； did you？〃 she said briskly。 〃Well； I suppose she's all right。 A pity we have to let the Sea Folk use one。 I'll wager they try to hang on to it！ Well； just let them try！ Which one is mine？〃
With a sigh； Elayne handed her the bracelet…and…rings； and she stalked away； fumbling the piece of jewelry onto her left hand and calling loudly for everyone to take their places。 Sometimes； it was difficult to tell Nynaeve leading from Nynaeve bullying。 As long as she did lead； though。
The Bowl of the Winds sat atop its unfolded white wrappings in the center of the hilltop； a shallow； heavy disc of clear crystal two feet across； worked inside with thick swirling clouds。 An ornate piece； yet simple when you thought of what it could do。 What they hoped it could do。 Nynaeve took up her place nearby； the angreal finally clicking shut on her wrist。 She worked her hand； looking surprised that the chains did not seem to inconvenience her； it fit as if made for her hand。 The three Kinswomen were already there； Kirstian and Garenia huddling at Reanne's back and appearing more frightened than ever； if that was possible。 The Windfinders still stood arrayed behind Renaile； almost twenty paces away。
Lifting her divided skirts； Elayne met Aviendha at the Bowl and eyed the Sea Folk suspiciously。 Did they intend to create a fuss？ She had been afraid of exactly that from the first mention of women at the farm who might be strong enough to join the link。 The Atha'an Miere were sticklers for rank enough to shame the White Tower； and Garenia's presence meant that Renaile din Calon Blue Star； Windfinder to the Mistress of the Ships to the Atha'an Miere； would not be part of the circle。 Should not be。
Renaile frowned searchingly at the women around the Bowl。 She seemed to be weighing them； judging their capabilities。 〃Talaan din Gelyn；〃 she barked suddenly； 〃take your station！〃 It was like a whip…crack！ Even Nynaeve jumped。
Talaan bowed low； touching her heart； then ran to the Bowl。 As soon as she moved； Renaile barked again。 〃Metarra din Junalle； take your station！〃 Metarra； plump yet solid； sped on Talaan's heels。 Neither apprentice was old enough to have earned what the Sea Folk called a 〃salt name。〃
Once begun； Renaile rattled off names quickly； sending Rainyn and two other Windfinders； all of whom moved quickly； yet not so fast as the apprentices。 By the number of their medallions； Naime and Rysael were higher in rank than Rainyn； dignified women with a quiet air of mand； but markedly weaker。 Then Renaile paused； only for a heartbeat； yet in that rapid listing it stood out。 〃Tebreille din Gelyn South Wind； take your station！ Caire din Gelyn Running Wave； assume the mand！〃
Elayne felt a moment of relief that Renaile had not named herself； but it lasted about as long as Renaile's pause had。 Tereille and Caire exchanged one look； Tebreille grim and Caire smug； before moving to the Bowl。 Eight earrings and a multitude of overlapping medallions marked each Windfinder to a Clan Wavemistress。 Only Renaile stood above them； only Dorile among the Sea Folk on the hilltop was their equal。 In brocaded yellow silks； Caire was slightly the taller； Tebreille in brocaded green somewhat sterner of face； both more than handsome women； and it did not take their names to know them blood sisters。 They had the same big； almost black eyes； the same straight nose； the same strong chin。 Caire silently pointed to a spot at her right side； Tebreille did not speak either； nor did she hesitate in standing where her sister pointed； but her face was stone。 With her； a circle of thirteen women surrounded the Bowl nearly shoulder…to…shoulder。 Caire's eyes almost sparkled。 Tebreille's were leaden。 Elayne was reminded of another of Lini's sayings。 No knife is sharper than a sister's hate。
Caire glared around the circle of women surrounding the Bowl； not yet truly a circle； as though trying to fix each face in her mind。 Or maybe to fix her scowl in theirs。 Remembering herself； Elayne hurriedly passed the last angreal； the small amber turtle； to Talaan and started to explain how it was used。 The explanation was simple； yet anyone who tried without knowing how could fumble for hours。 She was not given the chance for five words。
〃Silence！〃 Caire roared。 Tattooed fists on her hips and bare feet apart； she belonged on the deck of a ship going into battle。 〃There will be no talking on station without my permission。 Talaan； report yourself immediately on returning to your ship。〃 Nothing in Caire's tone suggested that she was speaking to her own daughter。 Talaan bowed deeply； touching her heart； and murmured something inaudible。 Caire snorted contemptuously … and gave Elayne a glare that suggested a wish that she could order her to report herself to someone as well … before going on in a voice that might have been heard at the base of the hill。 〃Today； we shall do what has not been done since the Breaking of the World； when our ancestors fought wind and wave gone mad。 By the Bowl of the Winds and the mercy of the Light； they survived。 Today； we will use the Bowl of the Winds； lost to us for more than two thousand years； and now returned。 I have studied the ancient lore； studied the records of the days when our foremothers first learned the sea and the Weaving of the Winds； and the salt entered our blood。 What is known of the Bowl of the Winds； I know； more than anyone else。〃 Her eyes cut toward her sister； a satisfied glance that Tebreille did not acknowledge。 Which seemed to satisfy Caire even more。 〃What the Aes Sedai cannot do； I will do today； if it pleases the Light。 I expect every woman to stand her station to the last。 I will not accept failure。〃
The rest of the Atha'an Miere seemed to accept that speech as expected and proper； but the Kinswomen gaped at Caire in astonishment。 In Elayne's opinion； grandiose did not begin to describe it； plainly Caire fully expected that the Light would be pleased； and she would be most displeased if it was not！ Nynaeve rolled her eyes to the heavens and opened her mouth。 Caire forestalled her。
〃Nynaeve；〃 the Windfinder announced loudly； 〃you will now demonstrate your skill at linking。 Be about it； woman； and quickly！〃
In response； Nynaeve shut her eyes tight。 Her lips。。。 writhed。 She looked about to burst a blood vessel。 〃I assume that means I have permission to speak！〃 she murmured。 Fortunately too low to be heard by Caire； on the far side of the circle。 Opening her eyes； she put on a smile that was quite horrible when added to the rest of her expression。 She was a sour stomach and several other plaints rolled into one。
〃The first thing is to embrace the True Source； Caire。〃 The light of saidar suddenly shone bright around Nynaeve； she was using the angreal on her hand already； by what Elayne could feel。 〃I assume you know how to do that； of course。〃 Ignoring the abrupt tightening of Caire's mouth； Nynaeve went on。 〃Elayne will now assist me in the demonstration。 If we have your permission？〃
〃I prepare myself to embrace the Source；〃 Elayne put in quickly； before Caire could erupt； 〃but I don't actually embrace it。〃 She opened herself； and the Windfinders leaned forward； peering at her； though there really was nothing to see yet。 Even Kirstian and Garenia forgot their fear enough to show interest。 〃While I'm at this point； the rest is up to Nynaeve。〃
〃Now I will reach out to her。。。 〃 Nynaeve paused； looking at Talaan。 Elayne had not had a chance to tell her anything； really。 It's much the same as with an angreal。〃 Nynaeve said； addressing the slender apprentice。 Caire growled； and Talaan tried to watch Nynaeve with her head down。 〃You open yourself to the Source through an angreal； just as I will through Elayne。 As though you mean to embrace the angreal and the Source at the same time。 It isn't very difficult； really。 Watch； and you'll see。 When it's time to bring you into the circle； just put yourself on the