(AN Roll on the thank yous
discordchick- down girl. Yes we all know he's sexy.
Sqoilo Sedai- you win $10.
Neela- thank you so much for reviewing again and again.
Clanator Verax- constructive criticism is good and it teaches me to not skim read.
Jeriana Sedai- thank you loads.)
Chapter 14 Power
Moghedien watched her Black Ajah agents enter the Great Hall. All ten were strong in the One Power but none matched herself. None except Nynaeve. Or should she say Yana. Moghedien smiled to herself when the woman who had once been her enemy entered the hall, wearing her hair in her usual braid.
It had been amusing keeping the girl in the dungeon, in that tiny cell with the wooden door. It had been even more amusing going down there every day to have the woman scream and shout at her, then ordering her punishment for doing so. The Forsaken had been surprised when the wilder resisted any sort of Compulsion tried.
Nynaeve had left her with no choice but to have her memories erased and replaced. A painful experience but the end result was perfect. Moghedien nearly wriggled with the delight at the fact that the once proud Nynaeve al'Meara was the servant of one of the Forsaken. Just as Moghedien had promised herself.
Yet Moghedien felt a twinge of fear. The method she had used on the girl was not wholly reliable. Nynaeve's memories had not been totally eradicated, just stored out of the way in the back of the woman's mind. The girl could slip through her fingers if she wasn't careful.
"Velina, report." The Forsaken said addressing the woman who was bowing on the floor in front of her. "Did your assignment go well?"
"Yes, Great Mistress. The targets have been acquired and are in the prison block as we speak," said the woman raising her plain but ageless face from the floor.
"Good. Have they been fed the forkroot?" Moghedien demanded. This time it was Yana who spoke up.
"Yes, Great Mistress. I brewed and gave it to the myself."
Panic clutched at Moghedien's heart. The girl had seen and talked to the Amyrlin Seat and the Queen of Andor, two of her oldest friends. She wasn't even meant to know they were in the fort. Moghedien glared down at Velina, who shrank back from the gaze.
"Leave," Moghedien commanded. "You," she pointed to Yana, "stay."
The Black sisters filed out, shooting questioning looks at Yana. Velina looked rather relieved. When they were gone, Moghedien painted a smile on her face to cover up the panic that raged inside.
"Yana, do you really think you should be visiting the prison block in your state of mind?" she said sweetly. "Did Velina ask you to administer the forkroot? Tell me and I'll have her skinned alive." Again, the Forsaken was surprised when Yana began to laugh.
"Velina can't even tie her shoelaces let alone three prisoners," she said boldly. "No, she didn't ask me. You made a mistake when you chose her to lead the team."
"Three?" Moghedien asked, ignoring the rest of her comment.
"Yes, three. Egwene, Elayne and a man called Lan. Are you sure they're alright in the head because they say the funniest things-."
"What? What do they say?" Moghedien demanded. Lan, Nynaeve's husband. If that wasn't enough to jog ones' memory, she didn't know what was.
"They think I'm someone called Nynaeve," Yana said looking taken aback by her mistress' urgency. "Great Mistress are you alright? You look a bit pale?"
Moghedien felt like fainting. She could see Yana turning on her, destroying her if Yana ever regained the memories taken from her. Moghedien's power over the ex Wisdom would fail.
"You are not to go down to the dungeon. Do you understand? You must never talk to the prisoners"
"Yes Great Mistress, but why-," asked a confused Yana.
"Don't question me!" Moghedien exclaimed. "Now get out. GET OUT!"
Yana hurried from the room. Once she had left, Moghedien poured herself a goblet of wine, drained it, and then filled it again. Letting her power fail would mean her end.
JJ
Yana went to the small room that Lord Tarquin had provided for her and sat on the bed. She took the ring out from her belt pouch and turned it over in her hands. She crossed to her clothes chest and pulled out a necklace chain, another gift from the Lord. She threaded the ring onto the golden chain and fixed it onto her neck. It felt so right hanging there. What had Moghedien been so afraid of? Yana felt herself liking the new prisoners. Angrily she shook her head. She shouldn't like the enemy. She glanced at herself in the mirror, as if that would tell her something she didn't know. What did the pisoners have that Moghedien didn't want her to know? Curiousity overcame her and she pulled the door open, marched down the stairs to the prisoners block.
JJ
Lan raised his head as the door to his cell swung open. In stepped Nynaeve looking as radiant as she always did, even with her arms crossed and a sour look on her face.
"I have decided that everything you have been saying is complete and utter nonsense," she said as he stood up.
"And you came all the way down here to say that?" Lan asked.
"Well, no. I have come to ask you who you are? How can someone like you have a hold on one of the Chosen?"
"A Forsaken? Here?" Lan asked.
"Yes, but that's not the point-."
"Which one?" Lan demanded.
"Moghedien. Now, I've answered you questions, answer mine."
"She fears me, Egwene and Elayne because we know who you really are. She knows we can break whatever hold she has over you," Lan said.
"She has no hold over me and I don't see how you could break it if she did. You are nothing to me," Yana said quietly. Somehow that last sentence was a lie she never knew she had told. Lan advanced towards her.
"Nothing am I. Then why does my ring hang around you neck," he said pointing to the chain. Yana avoided the question by calling for the jailer. Before she could leave, Lan reached for her hand.
"Please, my mashiar, remember me. Remember you. You are not lost yet."
discordchick- down girl. Yes we all know he's sexy.
Sqoilo Sedai- you win $10.
Neela- thank you so much for reviewing again and again.
Clanator Verax- constructive criticism is good and it teaches me to not skim read.
Jeriana Sedai- thank you loads.)
Chapter 14 Power
Moghedien watched her Black Ajah agents enter the Great Hall. All ten were strong in the One Power but none matched herself. None except Nynaeve. Or should she say Yana. Moghedien smiled to herself when the woman who had once been her enemy entered the hall, wearing her hair in her usual braid.
It had been amusing keeping the girl in the dungeon, in that tiny cell with the wooden door. It had been even more amusing going down there every day to have the woman scream and shout at her, then ordering her punishment for doing so. The Forsaken had been surprised when the wilder resisted any sort of Compulsion tried.
Nynaeve had left her with no choice but to have her memories erased and replaced. A painful experience but the end result was perfect. Moghedien nearly wriggled with the delight at the fact that the once proud Nynaeve al'Meara was the servant of one of the Forsaken. Just as Moghedien had promised herself.
Yet Moghedien felt a twinge of fear. The method she had used on the girl was not wholly reliable. Nynaeve's memories had not been totally eradicated, just stored out of the way in the back of the woman's mind. The girl could slip through her fingers if she wasn't careful.
"Velina, report." The Forsaken said addressing the woman who was bowing on the floor in front of her. "Did your assignment go well?"
"Yes, Great Mistress. The targets have been acquired and are in the prison block as we speak," said the woman raising her plain but ageless face from the floor.
"Good. Have they been fed the forkroot?" Moghedien demanded. This time it was Yana who spoke up.
"Yes, Great Mistress. I brewed and gave it to the myself."
Panic clutched at Moghedien's heart. The girl had seen and talked to the Amyrlin Seat and the Queen of Andor, two of her oldest friends. She wasn't even meant to know they were in the fort. Moghedien glared down at Velina, who shrank back from the gaze.
"Leave," Moghedien commanded. "You," she pointed to Yana, "stay."
The Black sisters filed out, shooting questioning looks at Yana. Velina looked rather relieved. When they were gone, Moghedien painted a smile on her face to cover up the panic that raged inside.
"Yana, do you really think you should be visiting the prison block in your state of mind?" she said sweetly. "Did Velina ask you to administer the forkroot? Tell me and I'll have her skinned alive." Again, the Forsaken was surprised when Yana began to laugh.
"Velina can't even tie her shoelaces let alone three prisoners," she said boldly. "No, she didn't ask me. You made a mistake when you chose her to lead the team."
"Three?" Moghedien asked, ignoring the rest of her comment.
"Yes, three. Egwene, Elayne and a man called Lan. Are you sure they're alright in the head because they say the funniest things-."
"What? What do they say?" Moghedien demanded. Lan, Nynaeve's husband. If that wasn't enough to jog ones' memory, she didn't know what was.
"They think I'm someone called Nynaeve," Yana said looking taken aback by her mistress' urgency. "Great Mistress are you alright? You look a bit pale?"
Moghedien felt like fainting. She could see Yana turning on her, destroying her if Yana ever regained the memories taken from her. Moghedien's power over the ex Wisdom would fail.
"You are not to go down to the dungeon. Do you understand? You must never talk to the prisoners"
"Yes Great Mistress, but why-," asked a confused Yana.
"Don't question me!" Moghedien exclaimed. "Now get out. GET OUT!"
Yana hurried from the room. Once she had left, Moghedien poured herself a goblet of wine, drained it, and then filled it again. Letting her power fail would mean her end.
JJ
Yana went to the small room that Lord Tarquin had provided for her and sat on the bed. She took the ring out from her belt pouch and turned it over in her hands. She crossed to her clothes chest and pulled out a necklace chain, another gift from the Lord. She threaded the ring onto the golden chain and fixed it onto her neck. It felt so right hanging there. What had Moghedien been so afraid of? Yana felt herself liking the new prisoners. Angrily she shook her head. She shouldn't like the enemy. She glanced at herself in the mirror, as if that would tell her something she didn't know. What did the pisoners have that Moghedien didn't want her to know? Curiousity overcame her and she pulled the door open, marched down the stairs to the prisoners block.
JJ
Lan raised his head as the door to his cell swung open. In stepped Nynaeve looking as radiant as she always did, even with her arms crossed and a sour look on her face.
"I have decided that everything you have been saying is complete and utter nonsense," she said as he stood up.
"And you came all the way down here to say that?" Lan asked.
"Well, no. I have come to ask you who you are? How can someone like you have a hold on one of the Chosen?"
"A Forsaken? Here?" Lan asked.
"Yes, but that's not the point-."
"Which one?" Lan demanded.
"Moghedien. Now, I've answered you questions, answer mine."
"She fears me, Egwene and Elayne because we know who you really are. She knows we can break whatever hold she has over you," Lan said.
"She has no hold over me and I don't see how you could break it if she did. You are nothing to me," Yana said quietly. Somehow that last sentence was a lie she never knew she had told. Lan advanced towards her.
"Nothing am I. Then why does my ring hang around you neck," he said pointing to the chain. Yana avoided the question by calling for the jailer. Before she could leave, Lan reached for her hand.
"Please, my mashiar, remember me. Remember you. You are not lost yet."