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Climbing the white marble steps of the dais； she laid a hand on one arm of the throne。 She had no right to sit on it herself； not yet。 Not until she was acknowledged Queen。 But taking oaths on the Lion Throne was a custom as old as Andor。 She had to resist the desire to simply fall on her knees and weep into the throne's seat。 Reconciled to her mother's death she might be； but this brought back all the pain。 She could not break down now。
〃Under the Light； I will honor your memory； Mother；〃 she said softly。 〃I will honor the name of Morgase Trakand； and try to bring only honor to House Trakand。〃
〃I ordered the guards to keep the curious and the favor…seekers away。 I suspected you might want to be alone here for a time。〃
Elayne turned slowly to face Dyelin Taravin； as the golden…haired woman walked the length of the Grand Hall。 Dyelin had been one of her mother's earliest supporters in her own quest for the throne。 There was more gray in her hair than Elayne remembered； more lines at the corners of her eyes。 She was still quite beautiful。 A strong woman。 And powerful as friend or foe。
She stopped at the foot of the dais； looking up。 〃I've been hearing for two days that you were alive； but I didn't really believe it until now。 You've e to accept the throne from the Dragon Reborn； then？〃
〃I claim the throne by my own right； Dyelin； with my own hand。 The Lion Throne is no bauble to be accepted from a man。〃 Dyelin nodded； as at self…evident truth。 Which it was； to any Andoran。 〃How do you stand； Dyelin？ With Trakand； or against？ I have heard your name often on my way here。〃
〃Since you claim the throne by your own right； with。〃 Few people could sound as dry as she。 Elayne sat down on the top step； and motioned the older woman to join her。 〃There are a few obstacles； of course；〃 Dyelin went on as she gathered her blue skirts to sit。 〃There have been several claimants already； as you may know。 Naean and Elenia； I have securely locked up。 On a charge of treason that most people seem willing to accept。 For the time being。 Elenia's husband is still active for her； though quietly； and Arymilla has announced a claim； the silly goose。 She's getting support of a kind； but nothing that need worry you。 Your real worries … aside from Aiel all over the city waiting for the Dragon Reborn to e back … are Aemlyn； Arathelle； and Pelivar。 For the moment； Luan and Ellorien will be behind you； but they might go over to those three。〃
A very succinct list； delivered in a tone suitable for discussing a possible horse trade。 Naean and Elenia she knew about； if not that Jarid still thought his wife had a chance at the throne。 Arymilla was a goose to believe she would be accepted； whatever her support。 The last five names were worrying； though。 Each had been as strong a supporter of her mother； as had Dyelin； and each led a strong House。
〃So Arathelle and Aemlyn want the throne；〃 Elayne murmured。 〃I can't believe it of Ellorien； not for herself。〃 Pelivar might be acting for one of his daughters； but Luan had only granddaughters； none near old enough。 〃You spoke as if they might unite； all five Houses。 Behind whom？〃 That would be a dire threat。
Smiling； Dyelin propped her chin in her hand。 〃They seem to think I should have the throne。 Now； what do you intend about the Dragon Reborn？ He hasn't been back here in some time； but he can pop out of the air； it seems。〃
Elayne squeezed her eyes shut for a moment； but when she opened them； she was still sitting on the steps of the dais in the Grand Hall； and Dyelin was still smiling at her。 Her brother fought for Elaida； and her half…brother was a Whitecloak。 She had filled the Palace with women who might turn on one another at any moment； not to mention the fact that one was a Darkfriend； maybe even Black Ajah。 And the strongest threat she faced in claiming the throne； a very strong one； stood behind a woman who said she supported Elayne。 The world was quite mad。 She might as well add her bit。
〃I mean to bond him my Warder；〃 she said； and went on before the other woman could more than blink in astonishment。 〃I also hope to marry him。 Those things have nothing to do with the Lion Throne； however。 The very first thing I intend。。。 〃
As she went on； Dyelin began to laugh。 Elayne wished she knew whether it was from delight over her plans or because Dyelin saw her own path to the Lion Throne being made smooth。 At least she knew what she faced； now。
Riding into Caemlyn； Daved Hanlon could not help thinking what a city for the looting it was。 In his years soldiering； he had seen many villages and towns looted； and once； twenty years ago； a great city； Cairhien； after the Aiel left。 Strange that all these Aiel had left Caemlyn so apparently untouched； but then； if the tallest towers in Cairhien had not been burning； it might have been hard to know they had been there； plenty of gold； among other things； lying about for the picking up； and plenty of men to do the picking。 He could see these broad streets full of horsemen and fleeing people； fat merchants who would give up their gold before the knife touched them in the hope their lives would be spared； slim girls and plump women so terrified when they were dragged into a corner that they could hardly manage to squeal； much less struggle。 He had seen those things and done them； and he hoped to again。 Not in Caemlyn； though； he admitted with a sigh。 If the orders that sent him here had been the sort he could disobey； he would have gone where the pickings might not be so rich； but definitely easier to pluck。
His instructions had been clear。 Stabling his horse at The Red Bull； in the New City； he walked a mile to a tall stone house on a side street； the house of a wealthy merchant discreet about her gold； marked with a tiny painted sigil on the doors； a red heart on a golden hand。 The hulking fellow who let him in was no merchant's servant； with his sunken knuckles and sullen eyes。 Without a word； the huge man led him deeper into the house； then down； toward the basements。 Hanlon eased his sword in its scabbard。 Among the things he had seen were men and women； failures； led to their own very elaborate executions。 He did not think he had failed； but then again； he had hardly succeeded。 He had followed orders； though。 Which was not always enough。
In the rough stone basement； lit by gilded lamps set all around； his eyes went first to a pretty woman in a lace…trimmed dress of scarlet silk； with her hair caught in frothy lace net。 He did not know who this Lady Shiaine was； but his orders had been to obey her。 He made his best leg； smiling。 She simply looked at him； as if waiting for him to notice what else the basement held。
He could hardly have missed it； since except for a few casks the room held only a large heavy table； decorated in a very strange fashion。 Two ovals had been cut in the tabletop； and from one stuck the head and shoulders of a man； his head wrenched back against the wooden surface and held there by means of leather straps nailed to the tabletop and fastened to a block of wood jammed between his teeth。 A woman； prepared the same； provided the other decoration。 Beneath the table； they knelt with wrists tied to ankles。 Quite securely held for any sort of pleasure。 The man had a touch of gray in his hair and the face of a lord； but unsurprisingly； his deep…set eyes rolled wildly。 The woman's hair； spread out on the table； was dark and glossy； but her face was a little long for Hanlon's taste。
Suddenly he really saw her face； and his hand leaped to his sword before he could stop it。 Releasing the hilt took some effort； which he made pains to hide。 An Aes Sedai's face； but an Aes Sedai who let herself be fastened like that was no threat。
〃So you have some brains；〃 Shiaine said。 By her accents； she was a noble； and she certainly had the manding air； sweeping around the table to peer down into the bound man's face。 〃I asked the Great Master Moridin to send me a man with brains。 Poor Jaichim here has very few。〃
Hanlon frowned； and smoothed it away immediately。 His orders had e from Moghedien herself。 Who in the Pit of Doom was Moridin？ It did not matter。 His orders had e from Moghedien； that was enough。
The hulking fellow handed Shiaine a funnel； which she fitted into a hole bored through the block of wood between this Jaichim's teeth。 The man's eyes seemed ready to leap from his head。 〃Poor Jaichim here failed very badly；〃 Shiaine said； smiling like a fox looking at a chicken。 〃Moridin wishes him punished。 Poor Jaichim does like his brandy。〃
She stepped back； not so far that she could not see clearly； and Hanlon gave a start as the hulking man came to the table with one of the casks。 Hanlon did think he could have lifted the thing unaided； but the big man tipped it easily。 The bound man shrieked once； and then a stream of dark liquid was pouring from the cask into the funnel； turning his cry to gurgling。 The rough smell of crude brandy filled the air。 Secured as he was； the man fought； thrashing about； even managing to heave the table sideways； but the brandy kept pouring。 Bubbles rose in the funnel as he t
