Urugh… Scary old man chasing me with a shotgun may have helped my maths homework, but alas, I now feel guilty about my lack of updating…. Though I did begin a rather weird Wheel of Time musical… go on… read it… it's odd. Please send any song requests to me… I'll put anything in. If it won't fit, I 'll make it fit…. Hehe.

Dedication:… erm… the chapter is being dedicated to…

Disclaimer: Nope, well… as the Portuguese say: Eu sou muito pesaroso informá-lo que eu não possuo a roda do tempo. Isto pertence a Robert Jordan. (Thank god for Google translation….)

Thank you for reading this far. I have decided that for a Lan x Nynaeve fanfic there isn't much L x N. So, I have attempted to remedy this fact by adding this chapter. I hope you enjoy. Thank you.

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The ropes that held Nynaeve were no more visible to a man who could channel than to any other viewer. Except a female channeler, none could see them. Though Nynaeve was unconscious she knew the bonds were there, but unable to do anything about them. Nynaeve was not a woman used to being helpless. even when her actions did nothing, it helped to try. Trying was not an option; she was lost in memories, reliving forgotten moments, revisiting lost pains.

Out of touch with reality she dreamed. She dreamed of him, him and his pride. The pain he had caused her, whether unconsciously done or not. I still hurt. The dreams came in waves; there were good memories too. The time he held her in his arms all night, his smile as she held is hands in their marriage ceremony. The light in his eyes when she kissed him. The moments when their loved flowed through the bond. It was those she chose to pursue. She loved him, nothing could change that. Not even death could make her willingly forget all they had, and all they could have had. Her thoughts turned again to one particular morning he had wanted to make her tell a secret. That was a good morning, a very good morning.

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His hand trailed through her tussled brown hair, and she shivered into his chest. I would do anything for you. That thought left an odd feeling in its wake. Two years ago she had never loved before, now she would even die for him. Lans deep chuckle made Nynaeve smile. "My heart, I think it best we rise now. The servant has stopped knocking on the door and I fear they may soon send in a search party." Glancing down at his wives naked form he smiled at her again. "And I wouldn't want them to see an Aes Sedai so wholly unclothed."

Nynaeve grinned into his chest. He always made her smile, every morning. "Lan!", the reprimand was mainly for his glance. "I thought you told me not to leave this bed, yes, that's it. You said do not leave this bed even if the palace is burning to the ground, I will be back in a moment." She hadn't completely ignored his order. She had stood to stretch her legs once or twice. He had been longer than a moment.

A short while later he had brought in breakfast, fruit mainly, and they sat on the bed eating it. "I am afraid you have disobeyed my order. I fear you must be punished for this… You also still haven't told me the secret… I will find out eventually. Maybe even after this… punishment…. Perhaps." Nynaeve giggled, Light! A short while ago I could safely say I never giggled… now…

The kiss quickly moved on before Nynaeve could break it off. "I thought you feared a search party… this would prove an interesting way for them to find us… yes… very interesting." Lan continued the kiss. He showed very few signs of stopping, even if they did send in a search party, well, maybe he'd stop then. Maybe. Lan stopped suddenly and with a grin nodded towards the door. "Should they approach the door again, I expect your screams would keep them out."

Nynaeve had the grace to look indignant. I do not scream! When she stated such to her husband he just kissed her again. It was going to be a good morning, a long morning at that.

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Thom looked at Lan, he was thinking of her again. It was harder than he thought to keep him distracted from his wife's possible impending death. They had given up on bows; Birgitte was too good. Thom was practicing with his knives while Lan reminisced. "What are you thinking of? It must be a fin memory to keep to enraptured so."

Lan started, he had become very unaware of his surrounding of late. "I was thinking of Nynaeve." His voice was soft, but pain edged through his words. "It was the morning of the Ball, the morning before…. She had a secret and wouldn't tell me..." A faint smile traced his lips. "You have no need to know the rest Gleeman. No need at all." Lan rose and picked up his sword, he practiced now with more calm, though the smile still ghosted on his face.

Thom began to sharpen his knives. How many people have they killed? More than a few. How many people would they kill? At least one, Moiraine had to die. No! She deserves better than these knives... Moiraine was a dark friend now. Most of the murders committed with these knives were dark friends. The rest just thieves and bandits. Perhaps I should get a new knife for her… Where had that thought come from? She was of the Black Ajah now! Whatever woman she was before, she is different now. When these voices had finally calmed Thom made his decision. "I will purchase a new knife."

"And were will you put it gleeman? You have enough already." Thom turned to find Birgitte behind him, she had returned from packing away the bows. "I suppose you could attach this one to your… well… you have knives everywhere my friend. I have no idea where it could go…. unless… no… you probably had some there." The Lady Birgitte stood with hands on hips. "And whatever you said to Lan has worked, he is getting better again."

Thom frowned at the last; he had said nothing to Lan, he couldn't think of anything to say. When he told Birgitte so she shrugged. "Whatever, it worked. I had thought of drowning him in brandy for a while, usually works with men, for women it is very different… they tend to be more complicated." Thom's forehead creased, she was implying that he was simple! If she knew the battle going on in his mind. Moiraine must die, Light! Why must I do it? The answer came all to easily.

You do it because no one else will. And it must be done.

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Egwenes stride was already at its longest, she was beginning to get a cramp in her leg. The Amyrlin seat can't run! Imagine the scandal. Egwene could see it now, the maids saying she was late for a secret rendezvous with a visiting prince. At the back of her mind, throughout her light thoughts worry gnawed away.

First was for Elayne, would Egwene arrive in time? Had Amys been right or not? If not, it was easy to cover up. The noblewomen would get the honour of meeting the Amyrlin seat today. Egwene fervently prayed she was wrong. Elayne has to be safe.

The second was for Thom. What if he doesn't take the bait? He knows Moiraine is black ajah. He knows she is a danger to all of us. He will see it is done. Egwene hastily mended that thought. He would do it. He wouldn't trust anyone else with the task. Another amused though floated to the forefront of her mind. I wonder if the great Thomdril Merrilin knows he is being played?

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