Moridin looked listlessly around his domain, glancing at many items but
never examining one. Finally, his gaze rested upon a small cup.
"What to do, what to do?" he asked himself. The cup, which was decorated with a pattern of pink and yellow shells, was a powerful ter'angreal. He had used it to imprison his enemies while he decided what to do with them. For the twelfth day in a row, he had no ideas on how to punish his foes, except locking them up together.
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Rand looked around furtively as he poked his head outside his door. There was no sign of anyone else in the hallway.
"He's there," Lews Therin's voice echoed in his empty head. "He won't pass up this opportunity."
"Shut up, you stupid voice," Rand muttered, and then darted across the hall to the bathroom. Finding the room clear of Demandred and any sort of fatal traps, he started his shower.
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In the room directly below the bathroom, yet another heated argument was going on between Siuan Sanche and Semirhage as Messaana looked on.
"I don't want to cook dinner. You can cook dinner, since you think you know so much."
"Cooking dinner is beneath me. And you're the know-it-all here."
"If cooking dinner is beneath you, it's definitely beneath me. Stupid little brat, have some respect for your elders."
Siuan's face turned bright pink. "You little-"
Semirhage raised an eyebrow as she glanced down at the former Amyrlin Seat.
"-if I was up to my full powers, I would kill you like the bug you are!"
Semirhage frowned, elegantly. "If you were up to your full powers, I'm sure you would still be unable to kill bugs."
"Honestly, Siuan," Messaana broke in. "Why don't you just kill bugs by stepping on them? That's how we do it. It's much more economical than wasting power."
Siuan opened her mouth, then snapped it shut firmly. "I'm still not cooking dinner."
Messaana sighed and rolled her eyes. "Of course not. I'm sure we can get that boy Mat to do it for us."
For once, the kitchen was silent as all had agreed on something.
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Mat sat silently, unaware of the devious plan three women were hatching against him. He had a hangnail and was trying to remove it without hurting himself.
He could have gone to ask Nyneave or Semirhage, the healers of the house, but they were Aes Sedai, and not to be trusted. In fact, it finally dawned on him that he was the only person in the house that couldn't channel the One Power.
"Blood and bloody ashes," he muttered, or rather tried to. It, like everything else he seemed to say lately came out in the tongue of Manetheran. The more he spoke in a tongue not his own, the more he tried to curse. The more he tried to curse, the more he spoke in tongues.
The silence he had been sitting in was thus broken by myriad curses in dead languages.
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Messaana knocked on the bathroom door. The houseshare must have been teaching the Forsaken courtesy, because she would have normally blown the door inwards when she was in this much of a hurry.
"Go away!" Rand's voice was loud and annoyed.
"Me or the voices inside your head?"
"Hey! Just for that, I'm not coming out."
"What? Why not?"
"Because you're in league with Demandred and you'll turn me over to him when I come out."
Messaana sighed again. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately. "I am in league with him, but how about if we call a truce long enough for me to use the loo?"
"No."
"Why not?" Messaana called. She was starting to shift her feet uncomfortably.
"Because Lews Therin told me not to."
"Oh, come on! He's crazy! Why would you want to listen to him?"
"He's my friend, "Rand said, defensively. By this time Messaana was doing the full out "I need to go to the bathroom dance.
"There is no other bathroom, "she yelled, "so I need to use this one and I need to use it NOW! So open the damn door!"
"No."
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Moridin glanced up as Shaidar Haran silently glided into the room.
"Have you decided what to do with our friends," it asked.
"Well, "Moridin replied, "I've been thinking of tickling them until they cry for mercy, but that might be too cruel. Now, I think that turning all of their clothes pink and making them do a fashion show is the way to go."
He could feel the Myrdaal's eyeless gaze upon him, and he realized he might have made a slight blunder.
"Maybe I could just spend some more time thinking about what to do?" he offered meekly.
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"Stupid, lazy, wool-headed man!" Nyneave yelled at a cowering Mat. "You will cook dinner for us! And you will like doing it."
"What to do, what to do?" he asked himself. The cup, which was decorated with a pattern of pink and yellow shells, was a powerful ter'angreal. He had used it to imprison his enemies while he decided what to do with them. For the twelfth day in a row, he had no ideas on how to punish his foes, except locking them up together.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rand looked around furtively as he poked his head outside his door. There was no sign of anyone else in the hallway.
"He's there," Lews Therin's voice echoed in his empty head. "He won't pass up this opportunity."
"Shut up, you stupid voice," Rand muttered, and then darted across the hall to the bathroom. Finding the room clear of Demandred and any sort of fatal traps, he started his shower.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In the room directly below the bathroom, yet another heated argument was going on between Siuan Sanche and Semirhage as Messaana looked on.
"I don't want to cook dinner. You can cook dinner, since you think you know so much."
"Cooking dinner is beneath me. And you're the know-it-all here."
"If cooking dinner is beneath you, it's definitely beneath me. Stupid little brat, have some respect for your elders."
Siuan's face turned bright pink. "You little-"
Semirhage raised an eyebrow as she glanced down at the former Amyrlin Seat.
"-if I was up to my full powers, I would kill you like the bug you are!"
Semirhage frowned, elegantly. "If you were up to your full powers, I'm sure you would still be unable to kill bugs."
"Honestly, Siuan," Messaana broke in. "Why don't you just kill bugs by stepping on them? That's how we do it. It's much more economical than wasting power."
Siuan opened her mouth, then snapped it shut firmly. "I'm still not cooking dinner."
Messaana sighed and rolled her eyes. "Of course not. I'm sure we can get that boy Mat to do it for us."
For once, the kitchen was silent as all had agreed on something.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mat sat silently, unaware of the devious plan three women were hatching against him. He had a hangnail and was trying to remove it without hurting himself.
He could have gone to ask Nyneave or Semirhage, the healers of the house, but they were Aes Sedai, and not to be trusted. In fact, it finally dawned on him that he was the only person in the house that couldn't channel the One Power.
"Blood and bloody ashes," he muttered, or rather tried to. It, like everything else he seemed to say lately came out in the tongue of Manetheran. The more he spoke in a tongue not his own, the more he tried to curse. The more he tried to curse, the more he spoke in tongues.
The silence he had been sitting in was thus broken by myriad curses in dead languages.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Messaana knocked on the bathroom door. The houseshare must have been teaching the Forsaken courtesy, because she would have normally blown the door inwards when she was in this much of a hurry.
"Go away!" Rand's voice was loud and annoyed.
"Me or the voices inside your head?"
"Hey! Just for that, I'm not coming out."
"What? Why not?"
"Because you're in league with Demandred and you'll turn me over to him when I come out."
Messaana sighed again. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately. "I am in league with him, but how about if we call a truce long enough for me to use the loo?"
"No."
"Why not?" Messaana called. She was starting to shift her feet uncomfortably.
"Because Lews Therin told me not to."
"Oh, come on! He's crazy! Why would you want to listen to him?"
"He's my friend, "Rand said, defensively. By this time Messaana was doing the full out "I need to go to the bathroom dance.
"There is no other bathroom, "she yelled, "so I need to use this one and I need to use it NOW! So open the damn door!"
"No."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Moridin glanced up as Shaidar Haran silently glided into the room.
"Have you decided what to do with our friends," it asked.
"Well, "Moridin replied, "I've been thinking of tickling them until they cry for mercy, but that might be too cruel. Now, I think that turning all of their clothes pink and making them do a fashion show is the way to go."
He could feel the Myrdaal's eyeless gaze upon him, and he realized he might have made a slight blunder.
"Maybe I could just spend some more time thinking about what to do?" he offered meekly.
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"Stupid, lazy, wool-headed man!" Nyneave yelled at a cowering Mat. "You will cook dinner for us! And you will like doing it."