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"He bolted out of the door, Aes Sedai," one of the workers said, "as if the Dark One himself was chasing him. Your soldier ran over to see if you were in danger, but we figured itd be best to snatch this lad before he could get away. Just in case. "
Nynaeve let out a breath to calm herself. "You did well," she said. The youth struggled, weakly. "You did well indeed. "
CHAPTER 33
A Conversation with the Dragon
This," Rand declared, "had better be important. " Nynaeve turned to find the Dragon Reborn standing in the doorway to the sitting room. He wore a dark red robe with black dragons embroidered up the arms. His stump was hidden in the folds of the left sleeve. Though his hair was tousled from sleep, his eyes were alert.
He strode into the sitting room, ever the king—even now, long after midnight and just awakened, he walked as if he were absolutely certain of himself. Some servants had brought a pot of hot tea, and he filled a cup as Min followed him into the room. She also wore a sleeping robe; the robes were one of the fashions of the Domani, and hers was of yellow silk, the weave far thinner than Rands. Aiel maidens took up positions by the door, lounging in their strangely dangerous way.
Rand took a gulp from his cup. It was getting harder and harder to see in him the boy Nynaeve had known in the Two Rivers. Had his jaw always been set with those lines of determination? When had his step grown so sure, his posture so demanding? This man almost seemed an . . . interpretation of the Rand shed once known. Like a statue, carved from rock to look like him, but exaggerated in heroic lines.
"Well?" Rand demanded. "Who is this?"
The young apprentice, Kerb, sat tied in Air upon one of the rooms cushioned benches. Nynaeve glanced at him, then Embraced the Source and wove a ward against eavesdropping. Rand looked at her sharply. "You channeled?" he asked. He could sense when she did so without taking precautions; he felt goose bumps on the flesh, according to Egwene and Elaynes investigations.
"A ward," she said, refusing to be cowed. "Last I checked, I didnt need your permission to channel. Youve grown high and mighty, Rand alThor, but dont forget that I paddled your backside when you were barely as tall as a mans shins. "
Once that would have gotten a reaction from him, if only a huff of annoyance. Now he just looked at her. Those eyes of his seemed, at times, the part of him that had changed the most.
He sighed. "Why have you wakened me, Nynaeve? Who is this spindly, terrified youth? If it had been anyone else who sent that message this time of night, Id have sent them to Bashere for a flogging. "
Nynaeve nodded at Kerb. "I think this spindly, terrified youth knows where the King is. "
That got Rands attention, and Mins as well. Shed poured herself a cup of tea and was leaning against a wall. Why werent they married?
"The King?" Rand asked. "Graendal too, then. How do you know this, Nynaeve? Where did you find him?"
"At the dungeon where you sent Milisair Chadmar," Nynaeve said, eyeing him. "It is terrible, Rand alThor. You have no right to treat a person in such a manner.
He didnt rise to that comment either. Instead, he simply walked over to Kerb. "He heard something from the interrogation?"
"No," Nynaeve said. "But I think he killed the messenger. I know for a fact that he tried to poison Milisair. Shed have been dead by the end of the week if I hadnt Healed her. "
Rand glanced at Nynaeve, and she could almost feel him connecting the comments to figure out what she had been doing. "You Aes Sedai," he finally said, "share much with rats, I have come to realize. You are always in places where you are not wanted. "
Nynaeve snorted. "If Id stayed away, then Milisair would be dying and Kerb would be free. "
"I assume youve asked him who ordered him to kill the messenger. "
"Not yet," Nynaeve said. "I did find the poison among his things, however, and confirmed that he had prepared food both for Milisair and for the messenger. " She hesitated before continuing. "Rand, Im not certain that hell be able to answer our questions. I Delved him, and while hes not sick physically, theres . . . something there. In his mind. "
"What do you mean?" Rand asked softly.
"A block of some sort," Nynaeve said. "The jailer seemed frustrated— even surprised—that the messenger had been able to resist his questioning. I think there must have been some block on that man too, something to keep him from revealing too much. "
"Compulsion," Rand said. He spoke offhandedly, raising his tea to his lips.
Compulsion was dark, evil. Shed felt it herself; she still shivered when she considered what Moghedien had done to her. And that had been only a small thing, removing some memories.
"Few are as skilled with Compulsion as Graendal," Rand said musingly. "Perhaps this is the confirmation Ive been looking for. Yes . . . this could be a great discovery indeed, Nynaeve. Great enough to make me forget how you obtained it. "
Rand rounded the bench and leaned down to meet the young mans eyes.
"Release him," Rand commanded her.
She complied.
"Tell me," Rand said to Kerb, "who told you to poison those people?"
"I dont know anything!" the boy squeaked. "I just—"
"Stop," Rand said softly. "Do you believe that I can kill you?"
The boy fell silent and—though Nynaeve wouldnt have thought it possible—his blue eyes opened wider.
"Do you believe that if I simply said the word," Rand continued in his eerie, quiet voice, "your heart would stop beating? I am the Dragon Reborn. Do you believe that I can take your life, or your soul itself, if I so much as will it to happen?"
Nynaeve saw it again, the patina of darkness around Rand, that aura that she couldnt quite be certain was there. She raised her tea to her lips— and found that it had suddenly grown bitter and stale, as if it had been left to sit too long.
Kerb slouched down and began to cry.
"Speak," Rand commanded.
The youth opened his mouth, but only a groan came out. He was so transfixed by Rand that he didnt—or couldnt—blink the sweat from his eyes.
"Yes," Rand said thoughtfully. "This is Compulsion, Nynaeve. Shes here! I was right. " He looked at Nynaeve. "You will have to unravel the web of Compulsion, wipe it from his mind, before he can tell us what he knows. "
"What?" she asked incredulously.
"I have little skill with this kind of weaving," Rand said with a wave of his hand. "I suspect that you can remove Compulsion, if you try. It is similar to Healing, in a way. Use the same weave that creates Compulsion, but reverse it. "
She frowned. Healing the poor boy sounded like a fine idea—every wound should be Healed, after all. But trying something shed never done before, and doing so in front of Rand, was not appealing. What if she did it wrong and somehow hurt the boy?
Rand sat down on the cushioned bench seat across from the youth, Min walking over to sit beside him. She was regarding her tea with a grimace; apparently, hers had spoiled as suddenly as Nynaeves had.
Rand watched Nynaeve, waiting.
"Rand, I—"
"Just try it," Rand said. "I cant tell you how it is done specifically, not for a woman, but you are clever. Im certain you can manage. "
His unintentionally patronizing tone sent her back into a rage. Being as tired as she was didnt help. She gritted her teeth, turning toward Kerb, and wove all five Powers. His eyes darted back and forth, though he couldnt see the weaves.
Nynaeve laid a very light Healing across him, causing him to stiffen. She wove a separate line of Spirit, Delving into his head as delicately as she could, prodding at the weaves that clumped across his mind. Yes, she could see it now, a complex web made from lines of Spirit, Air and Water. It was horrible, looking at it with her minds eye, crisscrossing the youths brain. Bits of the weave touched here and there, like tiny hooks, jutting deep into the brain itself.
Rever
se the weave, Rand had said. That was far from easy. Shed have to pull the web of Compulsion off layer by layer, and if she made a mistake, she could very easily kill him. She almost backed away.
But who else was there? Compulsion was a forbidden weave, and she doubted that Corele or the others had any experience with it. If Nynaeve stopped now, Rand would just send for the others and ask them to do it. Theyd obey him, laughing behind their hands at Nynaeve, the Accepted who thought herself a full Aes Sedai.
Well, she had discovered new ways of Healing! She had helped cleanse the taint from the One Power itself! She had Healed stilling and gentling!
She could do this.
She worked quickly, weaving a mirror image of the first layer of Compulsion. Each use of the Power was exact, but reversed from the pattern already woven in the boys mind. Nynaeve laid her weave down carefully, hesitantly, and as Rand had said, both puffed away and vanished.
How had he known? She shivered, thinking of what Semirhage had said about him. Memories from another life, memories he had no right to. There was a reason the Creator allowed them to forget their past lives. No man should have to remember the failures of Lews Therin Telamon.
She continued, layer after layer, stripping away the Compulsions weaves like a hedge-doctor removing bandages from a wounded leg. It was exhausting work, but fulfilling. Each weave fixed a wrong, healed the youth a little more, made something just a hair more right in the world.
It took the better part of an hour, and was a grueling experience. But she did it. As the last layer of Compulsion vanished, she let out an exhausted sigh and released the One Power, convinced that she couldnt channel a single thread more if it were to save her life. She wobbled over to a chair and slumped down. Min, she noticed, had curled up on the bench seat beside Rand and had fallen asleep.
But he did not sleep. The Dragon Reborn watched, as if seeing things Nynaeve could not. He stood up and walked to Kerb. In her dizzied state, Nynaeve hadnt noticed the young chandlers face. It was oddly blank, like that of a person dazed from a strong blow to the head.
Rand lowered himself to one knee, cradling the youths chin in his hand, staring into his eyes. "Where?" he asked softly. "Where is she?"
The youth opened his mouth, and a line of drool leaked out the side of it.
"Where is she?" Rand repeated.
Kerb moaned, eyes still blank, tongue parting his lips just slightly.
"Rand!" Nynaeve said. "Stop it! What are you doing to him?"
"I have done nothing," Rand said quietly, not looking toward her. "This is what you did, Nynaeve, in unraveling those weaves. Graendals Compulsions are powerful—but crude, in some ways. She fills a mind with Compulsion to such an extent as to erase personality and intellect, leaving behind a puppet who works only according to her direct commands. "
"But he was able to interact just moments ago!"
Rand shook his head. "If you ask the men at the jail, theyll tell you this one was slow of thought and rarely spoke to them. There was no real person in this head, only layered weaves of Compulsion. Instructions cleverly designed to wipe whatever personality this poor wretch had and replace it with a creature who would act exactly as Graendal wished. Ive seen it dozens of times. "
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