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Agathie, stop that this instant!" Nynaeve yelled at the round faced girl who had begun to fly objects around the classroom. "The purpose of today's lesson is to make you able to Heal injuries, not cause them!"
A few of the girls had succeeded in curing the rashes Nynaeve inflicted on the unwilling volunteers, but out of a group of twelve, four was not good enough. And the rashes were only mild ones - she could hardly give one of her students a serious disease such as Cowthroppe - so all in all Nynaeve was not happy.
"Now, watch closely how I weave the flows," she instructed, trying not to sound as impatient as she felt.
After her first teaching lessons in the White Tower, she had been severly spoken to about her temper infront of the students. Even though she still maintained that the novices had deserved their month doing laundry for not being able to do what she told them, she had orders from Egwene to control her anger when teaching. It was just not proper for an Aes Sedai to have a temper. Even so, Nynaeve could not help being irritated when forced to put up with stupid behaviour.
She took all five Powers and slowly knitted them together. "This is a simple technique, but effective. It can be used for most mild skin irritations." She let the flows vanish and said, "Did you catch that?" Murmurs answered her. "Good. Now divide into pairs and practise. The one who is not weaving, watch closely and tell your partner where she is going wrong. If there are any problems, ask. Do not try to alter the weave, or do anything differently. Got that?" More murmurs. "Begin."
She walked between the girls, correcting and praising where necessary. At five minutes to three, she stopped them and instructed them to tidy the room before the lesson ended. "Agathie and Deanda, I said stop! Did you not hear me? Or are you deliberately -" She cut off, slamming a shield of air around herself. She had seen the weaves before she realised what was happening, but now it was too late. "Blood and ashes, girl, what are you trying to do? Did I not clearly tell you not to change the flows? Well?"
Shaking with rage, she bent down to the nearest novice who was lying on the floor, covered in large red boils. Putting her hands on the girl's blonde head, she wove much more complicated flows and immediately the boils were replaced by clear white skin. A few of the girls were crying, as their skin suddenly erupted into huge warts and blistery boils.
"I d-didn't mean t-to," wept the round faced girl, Agathie. "I-I just l-lost control and th-then I saw a. l-like a r-ripple on a p-pool." She broke down into wracking sobs.
"Fool! Do you even know what you did? You inverted the flows. I'm surprised you didn't burn yourself out, channeling that much of the Power. You've probably infected half the Tower! Well done!" She grated sarcastically. Of course, since she was weak and inexperienced, the girl had not done too much damage. If it had been Nynaeve who had inverted those same flows, all of Tar Valon would have been sprouting blisters and warts. However, like Nynaeve, all the Sisters and probably most of the Accepted would have shielded themselves as soon as they felt the flows.
She Healed Agathie last - it served her right, behaving like a ninny - then quickly ordered the girls back to their rooms and went to find the extent of the damage. The corridors were littered with servants and novices, all of which were being or had been Healed. Passing windows, she saw Warders and boys in training quickly being tended to. Fool girl! Blood and ashes, she could have killed herself! Why won't they listen? Healing is not a thing to be played with! Fool!
She Healed numerous people whom she passed on her way to the Aes Sedai quarters near the top of the Tower. Her first thought once she realised what had happened had been of Lan. She had looked for him in the Warder practise yards but could not see him. If anything has happened to him, I'll kill bloody Agathie, she thought.
When she reached her room, however, she was so relieved to see he was unharmed and so exhausted from Healing and running all the way to the top of the White Tower, she collapsed into his arms and he had to carry her to the bed and lie her down.
"What's happened? What's the matter?" He asked, concern filling his voice.
She tried to clear her head, but fatigue closed her eyelids. "I.it was. Agathie. ripples. inverted the flows." She finally gave up as sleep washed over her.
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She woke to find Lan staring down at her, stroking her hair. She also noted that it was unbraided again. What is my husband's obsession with my hair? She laughed silently to herself, but stopped because it hurt her head.
"I. Lan. my head." she groaned, squeezing his hand.
"Ssh now, my heart. Lie still." He leaned in and kissed her cheek lightly. "It's ok." He gently closed her eyelids. She did not protest. She was still too tired to care. Sleep came again quickly, to the sound of Lan whispering and stroking her hair again, like her mother used to do when she was little. But that was a long time ago now. a long, long time ago.
Nynaeve had strange dreams, of golden crowns and hills where butterflies flocked in their thousands, rustling her long skirts, weaving through her hair that flowed down her back, blowing in the wind. She dreamed of lakes and seven tall towers. She dreamed of babes. In every dream there was a babe. Always the same one, with Lan's blue eyes and her dark hair. She was such a beautiful babe but she never stirred. Nynaeve cradled her in her arms, but she never moved a muscle. She just lay there, whilst Nynaeve cried, hot tears rolling down her cheeks. Lan was there too, but he did not cry. And somehow, Lan not crying made her scared, and so she called to him, but he did not come. And then there were the golden crowns again, and the hills, and the butterflies, and then the blue-eyed babe.
Nynaeve woke again and immediately flung herself into Lan's awaiting embrace, sobbing her heart out. "She w-was such a b-beautiful b-babe," she wailed. "B-but she was. d-dead! She w-was dead, and I-I. I just c-couldn't do anything! Oh Lan, s-she was so. so beautiful!"
"Ssh, ssh, my dear," he murmured into her hair. She was so small, so fragile, so vulnerable. And she was his. His to love. His to protect. "Everything will be okay. I love you. Ssh. I love you."
But Nynaeve's sobbing did not cease. She shook violently and cried on for hours, no matter how he soothed and rocked her. The memory of those glazed blue eyes, so like Lan's, gave her visions of staring into her husband's eyes, whilst he lay there, as dead as the babe.
"I d-don't want you t-to die," she cried.
"I will not die. I am here. It was a dream, my heart, just a nightmare. Oh, Nynaeve, my love, dry your tears. Come on now, come on. Ssh."
And so, eventually, she found herself once more tear-free, though her head ached and her throat was dry.
"It was all so real," she whimpered into her husband's chest. "It was like I actually held her in my arms. I could feel the wind in my hair, and smell the flowers and the grass. It was so real."
"All that is real is you and I, here, together. Dreams cannot touch you. I will not hurt you. There is nothing here that can harm you. Be still, my heart, and think of happier things."
And so they lay there together, Lan cradling his fragile wife, Nynaeve just feeling the protection he gave, for an eternity. Neither spoke. They needed no words to convey their thoughts. Love; bright, shimmering gold, pulsed along the veins of the bond, from Aes Sedai to Warder, and back again. Lan was right. Dreams could not hurt her. Lan certainly would not hurt her. So why did she feel something in the pit of her stomach? She could not say whether it was unease, fear, confusion, or something above feeling. But there was definitely something there. Well, she thought, that certainly cannot harm me, unless I am coming down with a disease. She thought that unlikely.
"Are you alright?" Lan asked her.
She realised she had been stroking her stomach and quickly stopped. "I. Yes, I am alright. A little tired, but I'll live." She smiled weakly.
"Good. I was so proud of you today, what you did about that novice girl and her inverting the weaves. I understand little of this such, but from what the Amyrlin told me, it was quite a task clearing up afterwards. I hear you did your bit with the Healing."
"Egwene was here? When? What did she say? Ohh." She cut off, putting a hand to her head. Speaking quickly like that did nothing for the pounding.
"Yes she was here, and I could not get her to leave until she was sure you were ok. She is a very caring young woman, quite protective of her Daughters, and I think you come very near the top of the list. As to what she said." he looked thoughtful for a second, as though he was trying to decide exactly what to say. But it was gone so quickly, Nynaeve thought she had probably imagined it. "I think her first concern was your health, naturally, but she is the Amyrlin after all, and so she told me to tell you that - when you are fit and healthy, of course - that you need to visit her to sort out exactly what happened this morning. It seems there is a lot of paperwork involved." He glanced down at his wife, and smiled, mainly to reassure her. "But she will have to wait until you are well. Should I send for someone to help with your headache?"
Nynaeve shook her head, or tried to - she groaned as a fresh burst of pain tried to rip her head apart. Instead, she flopped back onto the pillows, and motioned for Lan to lie next to her. He obliged, and she snuggled up to him. "I think I just need a little more sleep," she attempted, but everything after "just" was swallowed by a huge yawn. She yawned again, then turned it into a sigh, which disappeared into a moan at her headache.
"I think maybe you do," he said. He glanced down at her and smiled a small smile. She had already dropped off. "Sleep well," he whispered into her hair. "May your dreams be dreams of happiness, and of love. Nothing can harm you. Nothing can harm you now..."
Agathie, stop that this instant!" Nynaeve yelled at the round faced girl who had begun to fly objects around the classroom. "The purpose of today's lesson is to make you able to Heal injuries, not cause them!"
A few of the girls had succeeded in curing the rashes Nynaeve inflicted on the unwilling volunteers, but out of a group of twelve, four was not good enough. And the rashes were only mild ones - she could hardly give one of her students a serious disease such as Cowthroppe - so all in all Nynaeve was not happy.
"Now, watch closely how I weave the flows," she instructed, trying not to sound as impatient as she felt.
After her first teaching lessons in the White Tower, she had been severly spoken to about her temper infront of the students. Even though she still maintained that the novices had deserved their month doing laundry for not being able to do what she told them, she had orders from Egwene to control her anger when teaching. It was just not proper for an Aes Sedai to have a temper. Even so, Nynaeve could not help being irritated when forced to put up with stupid behaviour.
She took all five Powers and slowly knitted them together. "This is a simple technique, but effective. It can be used for most mild skin irritations." She let the flows vanish and said, "Did you catch that?" Murmurs answered her. "Good. Now divide into pairs and practise. The one who is not weaving, watch closely and tell your partner where she is going wrong. If there are any problems, ask. Do not try to alter the weave, or do anything differently. Got that?" More murmurs. "Begin."
She walked between the girls, correcting and praising where necessary. At five minutes to three, she stopped them and instructed them to tidy the room before the lesson ended. "Agathie and Deanda, I said stop! Did you not hear me? Or are you deliberately -" She cut off, slamming a shield of air around herself. She had seen the weaves before she realised what was happening, but now it was too late. "Blood and ashes, girl, what are you trying to do? Did I not clearly tell you not to change the flows? Well?"
Shaking with rage, she bent down to the nearest novice who was lying on the floor, covered in large red boils. Putting her hands on the girl's blonde head, she wove much more complicated flows and immediately the boils were replaced by clear white skin. A few of the girls were crying, as their skin suddenly erupted into huge warts and blistery boils.
"I d-didn't mean t-to," wept the round faced girl, Agathie. "I-I just l-lost control and th-then I saw a. l-like a r-ripple on a p-pool." She broke down into wracking sobs.
"Fool! Do you even know what you did? You inverted the flows. I'm surprised you didn't burn yourself out, channeling that much of the Power. You've probably infected half the Tower! Well done!" She grated sarcastically. Of course, since she was weak and inexperienced, the girl had not done too much damage. If it had been Nynaeve who had inverted those same flows, all of Tar Valon would have been sprouting blisters and warts. However, like Nynaeve, all the Sisters and probably most of the Accepted would have shielded themselves as soon as they felt the flows.
She Healed Agathie last - it served her right, behaving like a ninny - then quickly ordered the girls back to their rooms and went to find the extent of the damage. The corridors were littered with servants and novices, all of which were being or had been Healed. Passing windows, she saw Warders and boys in training quickly being tended to. Fool girl! Blood and ashes, she could have killed herself! Why won't they listen? Healing is not a thing to be played with! Fool!
She Healed numerous people whom she passed on her way to the Aes Sedai quarters near the top of the Tower. Her first thought once she realised what had happened had been of Lan. She had looked for him in the Warder practise yards but could not see him. If anything has happened to him, I'll kill bloody Agathie, she thought.
When she reached her room, however, she was so relieved to see he was unharmed and so exhausted from Healing and running all the way to the top of the White Tower, she collapsed into his arms and he had to carry her to the bed and lie her down.
"What's happened? What's the matter?" He asked, concern filling his voice.
She tried to clear her head, but fatigue closed her eyelids. "I.it was. Agathie. ripples. inverted the flows." She finally gave up as sleep washed over her.
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She woke to find Lan staring down at her, stroking her hair. She also noted that it was unbraided again. What is my husband's obsession with my hair? She laughed silently to herself, but stopped because it hurt her head.
"I. Lan. my head." she groaned, squeezing his hand.
"Ssh now, my heart. Lie still." He leaned in and kissed her cheek lightly. "It's ok." He gently closed her eyelids. She did not protest. She was still too tired to care. Sleep came again quickly, to the sound of Lan whispering and stroking her hair again, like her mother used to do when she was little. But that was a long time ago now. a long, long time ago.
Nynaeve had strange dreams, of golden crowns and hills where butterflies flocked in their thousands, rustling her long skirts, weaving through her hair that flowed down her back, blowing in the wind. She dreamed of lakes and seven tall towers. She dreamed of babes. In every dream there was a babe. Always the same one, with Lan's blue eyes and her dark hair. She was such a beautiful babe but she never stirred. Nynaeve cradled her in her arms, but she never moved a muscle. She just lay there, whilst Nynaeve cried, hot tears rolling down her cheeks. Lan was there too, but he did not cry. And somehow, Lan not crying made her scared, and so she called to him, but he did not come. And then there were the golden crowns again, and the hills, and the butterflies, and then the blue-eyed babe.
Nynaeve woke again and immediately flung herself into Lan's awaiting embrace, sobbing her heart out. "She w-was such a b-beautiful b-babe," she wailed. "B-but she was. d-dead! She w-was dead, and I-I. I just c-couldn't do anything! Oh Lan, s-she was so. so beautiful!"
"Ssh, ssh, my dear," he murmured into her hair. She was so small, so fragile, so vulnerable. And she was his. His to love. His to protect. "Everything will be okay. I love you. Ssh. I love you."
But Nynaeve's sobbing did not cease. She shook violently and cried on for hours, no matter how he soothed and rocked her. The memory of those glazed blue eyes, so like Lan's, gave her visions of staring into her husband's eyes, whilst he lay there, as dead as the babe.
"I d-don't want you t-to die," she cried.
"I will not die. I am here. It was a dream, my heart, just a nightmare. Oh, Nynaeve, my love, dry your tears. Come on now, come on. Ssh."
And so, eventually, she found herself once more tear-free, though her head ached and her throat was dry.
"It was all so real," she whimpered into her husband's chest. "It was like I actually held her in my arms. I could feel the wind in my hair, and smell the flowers and the grass. It was so real."
"All that is real is you and I, here, together. Dreams cannot touch you. I will not hurt you. There is nothing here that can harm you. Be still, my heart, and think of happier things."
And so they lay there together, Lan cradling his fragile wife, Nynaeve just feeling the protection he gave, for an eternity. Neither spoke. They needed no words to convey their thoughts. Love; bright, shimmering gold, pulsed along the veins of the bond, from Aes Sedai to Warder, and back again. Lan was right. Dreams could not hurt her. Lan certainly would not hurt her. So why did she feel something in the pit of her stomach? She could not say whether it was unease, fear, confusion, or something above feeling. But there was definitely something there. Well, she thought, that certainly cannot harm me, unless I am coming down with a disease. She thought that unlikely.
"Are you alright?" Lan asked her.
She realised she had been stroking her stomach and quickly stopped. "I. Yes, I am alright. A little tired, but I'll live." She smiled weakly.
"Good. I was so proud of you today, what you did about that novice girl and her inverting the weaves. I understand little of this such, but from what the Amyrlin told me, it was quite a task clearing up afterwards. I hear you did your bit with the Healing."
"Egwene was here? When? What did she say? Ohh." She cut off, putting a hand to her head. Speaking quickly like that did nothing for the pounding.
"Yes she was here, and I could not get her to leave until she was sure you were ok. She is a very caring young woman, quite protective of her Daughters, and I think you come very near the top of the list. As to what she said." he looked thoughtful for a second, as though he was trying to decide exactly what to say. But it was gone so quickly, Nynaeve thought she had probably imagined it. "I think her first concern was your health, naturally, but she is the Amyrlin after all, and so she told me to tell you that - when you are fit and healthy, of course - that you need to visit her to sort out exactly what happened this morning. It seems there is a lot of paperwork involved." He glanced down at his wife, and smiled, mainly to reassure her. "But she will have to wait until you are well. Should I send for someone to help with your headache?"
Nynaeve shook her head, or tried to - she groaned as a fresh burst of pain tried to rip her head apart. Instead, she flopped back onto the pillows, and motioned for Lan to lie next to her. He obliged, and she snuggled up to him. "I think I just need a little more sleep," she attempted, but everything after "just" was swallowed by a huge yawn. She yawned again, then turned it into a sigh, which disappeared into a moan at her headache.
"I think maybe you do," he said. He glanced down at her and smiled a small smile. She had already dropped off. "Sleep well," he whispered into her hair. "May your dreams be dreams of happiness, and of love. Nothing can harm you. Nothing can harm you now..."