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yne； or hopes； what could be done there for now； had been。 Reports and problems piled up when they were on the move and weariness overcame attempts to deal with them； and now that they were stopped； all had to be gone through。 An army ahead did not change that。
At times； Egwene wondered how so much paper could be found when everything else seemed so difficult。 The reports Siuan handed her detailed shortages and little else。 Not simply those Sheriam had mentioned； but coal and nails and iron for the farriers and wheelwrights； leather and oiled thread for the harness…makers； lamp oil and candles and a hundred other things； even soap。 And whatever was not running out was wearing out； from shoes to tents； all listed in Siuan's bold hand； which grew more aggressive the more glaring the need she wrote about。 Her account of the coin remaining looked to have been slashed onto the paper in a positive fury。 And not a thing to be done about it。
Among Siuan's papers were several addresses from Sitters suggesting ways to solve the problem of money。 Or rather； informing Egwene what they intended to lay before the Hall。 There were few advantages to any of the schemes； however； and many pitfalls。 Moria Karentanis proposed stopping the soldiers' pay； a notion Egwene thought the Hall had already realized would cause the army to melt away like dew under a midsummer sun。 Malind Nachenin presented an appeal to nearby nobles that sounded more a demand and might well turn the whole countryside against them； as would Salita Toranes' intention to levy a tax on the towns and villages they passed。
Crumpling the three addresses together in her fist； Egwene shook them at Siuan。 She wished it were three Sitters' throats she was gripping。 〃Do they all think everything has to go the way they wish； and never mind realities？ Light； they're the ones behaving like children！〃
〃The Tower has managed to makes its wishes bee realities often enough；〃 Siuan said placently。 〃Remember； some would say you're ignoring reality； too。〃
Egwene sniffed。 Luckily； whatever the Hall voted； none of the proposals could be carried forward without a decree from her。 Even in her straitened circumstances； she had a little power。 Very little； but that was more than none。 〃Is the Hall always this bad； Siuan？〃
Siuan nodded； shifting slightly to try to find a better balance。 No two of her stool's legs were the same length。 〃But it could be worse。 Remind me to tell you about the Year of the Four Amyrlins； that was about a hundred and fifty years after the founding of Tar Valon。 In those days； the normal workings of the Tower nearly rivaled what's happening today。 Every hand tried to snatch the tiller； if they could。 There were actually two rival Halls of the Tower in Tar Valon for part of that year。 Almost like now。 Just about everyone came to grief in the end； including a few who thought they were going to save the Tower。 Some of them might have； if they hadn't stepped in quicksand。 The Tower survived anyway； of course。 It always does。〃
A great deal of history grew up in over three thousand years； much suppressed； hidden from all but a few eyes； yet Siuan seemed to have every detail at her fingertips。 She must have spent a good part of her years in the Tower burying herself in those secret histories。 Of one thing； Egwene was certain。 She would avoid Shein's fate if she could； but she would not remain as she was； little better off than Cemaile Sorenthaine。 Long before the end of her reign； the most important decision left to Cemaile's discretion was what dress to wear。 She was going to have to ask Siuan to tell her about the Year of the Four Amyrlins； and she did not look forward to it。
The shifting beam of light from the smoke hole in the roof showed morning toward midday； but Siuan's stack of papers seemed hardly diminished。 Any interruption at all would have been wele； even premature discovery。 Well； maybe not that。
〃What's next； Siuan？〃 she growled。
A flicker of movement caught Aran'gar's eye； and she peered through the trees toward the army's camp； an obscuring ring around the tents of the Aes Sedai。 A line of wagon…sledges was moving slowly east； escorted by men on horseback。 The pale sun glinted from armor and the points of lances。 She could not help sneering。 Spears and horses！ A primitive rabble that could move no faster than a man could walk； led by a man who did not know what was happening a hundred miles away。 Aes Sedai？ She could destroy the lot of them； and even dying they would never suspect who was killing them。 Of course； she would not survive them long。 That thought made her shiver。 The Great Lord gave very few a second chance at life； and she was not about to throw away hers。
Waiting until the riders moved out of sight into the forest； she started back toward the camp； thinking idly of tonight's dreams。 Behind her； smooth snow would hide what she had buried until the spring thaw； more than long enough。 Ahead； some of the men in the camp finally noticed her and straightened from their tasks to watch。 In spite of herself； she smiled and smoothed her skirt over her hips。 It was difficult now to really remember what life had been like as a man； had she been such an easily manipulated fool； then？ Getting through that swarm with a corpse unseen had been difficult； even for her； but she enjoyed the walk back。
The morning went on in a seemingly endless wading through paper； until what Egwene had known would happen； did。 Certain daily events were sure。 There would be bitter cold； there would be snow； there would be clouds； and gray skies； and wind。 And there would be visits from Lelaine and Romanda。
Weary of sitting； Egwene was stretching her legs when Lelaine swept into the tent with Faolain at her heels。 Frigid air rolled in with them before the tentflap fell shut。 Looking around with a faintly disapproving air； Lelaine plucked off blue leather gloves while allowing Faolain to remove the lynx…lined cloak from her shoulders。 Slender and dignified in deep blue silk； with penetrating eyes； she might have been in her own tent。 At a casual gesture； Faolain retreated deferentially to a corner with the garment； merely shrugging her own cloak back。 Plainly； she was ready to go on the instant at another wave of the Sitter's hand。 Her dark features wore a cast of resigned meekness； not very much like her。
Lelaine's reserve cracked for a moment； in a surprisingly warm smile for Siuan。 They had been friends； once； years ago； and she had even offered something like the patronage that Faolain had accepted； a Sitter's protection and sheltering arm against the sneers and accusations of other sisters。 Touching Siuan's cheek； Lelaine softly murmured something that sounded sympathetic。 Siuan blushed； a startling uncertainty flashing across her face。 It was not pretense； Egwene was sure。 Siuan found it difficult to deal with what really had changed in her； and more； with how easily she was adapting。
Lelaine eyed the stool in front of the writing table and； as usual； visibly rejected such an unsteady seat。 Only then did she acknowledge Egwene's presence； with the barest dip of her head。 〃We need to speak of the Sea Folk； Mother；〃 she said in a tone a bit firm to be directed at the Amyrlin Seat。
Not until Egwene's heart sank down from her throat did she realize she had been afraid that Lelaine already knew what Lord Bryne had told her。 Or even the meeting he was arranging。 The next instant； her heart leaped back again。 The Sea Folk？ Surely the Hall could not have learned of the insane bargain Nynaeve and Elayne had made。 She could not imagine what had led them into such a disaster； or how she was to deal with it。
Her stomach roiling； she took her place behind the table without revealing anything of what she felt。 And that fool chair leg folded； nearly dropping her onto the carpets before she could jerk it straight again。 She hoped her cheeks were not coloring。 〃The Sea Folk in Caemlyn； or in Cairhien？〃 Yes； that sounded suitably calm and collected。
〃Cairhien。〃 Romanda's high voice rang like sudden chimes。 〃Definitely Cairhien。〃 Her entry made Lelaine's seem almost diffident； the force of her personality abruptly filling the tent。 There were no warm smiles in Romanda； handsome as her face was； it did not seem made for them。
Theodrin followed her in； and Romanda swung her cloak off with a flourish and tossed it to the slim； apple…cheeked sister with a peremptory gesture that sent Theodrin hurrying to a corner opposite Faolain。 Faolain was distinctly subdued； but Theodrin's tilted eyes were very wide； as though she was permanently startled； and her lips seemed ready to gasp。 Like Faolain； her proper place in the hierarchy of Aes Sedai demanded better employment； but neither was likely to receive it soon。
Romanda's pelling gaze rested a moment on Siuan； as if considering whether to send her to a corner as well； then brushed past Lelaine almost dismissively before settling on Egwene。 〃It seems that young man has been talking with the Sea Folk； Mother。 The Yellow eyes…and…ears in Cairhien are most excited about it。 Do you have any idea what mi