Chapter Four

Vaerlin and I made our way to the Hall of the Servants, trying to ignore the scenes of destruction that surrounded us. Luckily, the Hall did not seem to be touched in any way, shape or form. I found Jahrid waiting for me in the entrance hall.

"Latra, Vaerlin. I am glad that you are in one piece, Latra. We were worried about you. When you ran after Moghedien, and you didn't come back, we thought that..."

"Jahrid, I would sincerely advise you to please keep that mouth of yours closed before I do something that you would regret."

"I beg your pardon, Latra Aes Sedai. I have been told to take you to the Chambers where the Dragon and Elan Morin Tedroni are waiting. As are the remaining Aes Sedai. Jahrid led Vaerlin and myself into the Chamber where the severing of criminals took place. I walked into the Chamber where Lews Therin Telamon waited for me, and as I talked to him I heard one of my followers, Deindre suddenly spoke up.

"The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that will become legends. Legends that will become myth and even myth will be long forgotten. The Eye will be created and guarded by the Green Man, and pierced by the Reborn Lord of the Morn."

I dragged Deindre out of the Chamber, muttering an apology to Lews. As we got into the corridor, I whispered to her quickly.

"Deindre, do you often have the Foretelling?" Deindre replied that she did not. Thank the Creator. I did not want her having more Foretellings. "Keep this quiet. D not tell anyone, do you hear me, Deindre?" The poor girl looked scared as she stammered "Yes, Latra Sedai." I motioned her to go back into the Chamber, and I sat down on a carved seat of elstone. If the Reborn Lord of the Morn was Lews Telamon reborn, then that means that this battle between the Dark One and the Light may not finish for thousands of years. Light! I shuddered. But Deindre mentioned the Green Man. That could only be one creature.

Someshta the Nym.

I walked back into the Chamber, and sat beside Lews Therin. He was wearing the Ring of Tamyrlin on his finger, I noticed. The symbol of his power, a snake biting his it's tail.

"What was all that about, Latra?" he murmured to me.

"Deindre had one of her turns. She always says strange things when she does." Better to lie then to tell him about her Foretelling, I thought. Lews Therin nodded. Around us, every Aes Sedai could see what we were doing, so Lews shouted out loud and clear, "Bring the prisoner in!" In came Ishamael. He did not look like he had been subjected to anything, but then followers of the Light would want to have as little to do with one of the Forsaken as possible. Lews Therin stepped up to him, and punched him! Ishamael doubled up on the floor, and Lews started to kick him constantly.

"You bloody Shadow follower bloody deserve all that you bloody well get!" It took three men to actually hold Lews off him.

"Lews, we actually need him for questioning." I called to him, and as he sat down, I smiled secretly at him. He was right; he did get everything that he deserved, but as I could see that Lews was too mad to think rationally, I conducted the trial of Ishamael the Forsaken.

"Elan Morin Tedroni, you have been brought before the Hall of the Servants for severing. Your crimes are many in number, and the blood on your hands will stay there long after you are unable to channel. Can you think of any reason why we should not sever you?"

Elan Morin stared up at me through his beaten face, and laughed at me.

"You fool, Decume, you really think you can sever one of the Chosen?" He broke off as we heard shouting from outside. Then the doors burst open.

Lews was channelling as soon as he saw that it was Be'lal who was bursting through the doors, shouting "Ishamael, move with the speed of the Great Lord!" Ishamael broke away from the guards who were holding onto him, and ran with Be'lal. Then the ceiling started to collapse

We all ran outside, but we could see no sign of the Forsaken or any of their followers. We all escaped unharmed, save for scratches and bruises.

"Light, we could all have died in there." Cried a female Aes Sedai called Oselle.

Lews stood up on a piece of stone, and shouted to the crown. His deep voice was clear and concise. His greying hair was held back with a thin band of cueran, but he was still a noble figure.

"This has been the final straw. The Hall has been attacked itself. I do not care what you say; I am leading a strike on Shayol Ghul tomorrow. Who is with me?" I gasped. What he was planning to do was madness. It was only then that I saw that every male Aes Sedai had moved to the side of Lews Therin Telamon.

"Lews, we are not like cosa. We will think. We do, however wish you and your..." I quickly counted all the male Aes Sedai "...hundred companions the very best of luck."

They all departed, and I knew that it was probably the last time I would ever see any of them again, so I shouted back to Lews "Good lucky, my old friend." And from the distance, I saw him wave back to me.

This was the end of the friendship of Latra Posae Decume and Lews Therin Telamon. Both were Aes Sedai, but one was male, the other female. We were both alike in too many ways for us not to be friends, and even now, as I think of him, I still shed a tear of farewell, as I did when he went to seal the Bore.