untried for centuries. How
to activate it remained a mystery still. For ten days no one could reach
her, only listen to her throat-wrenching sailormoonnaked shrieks. Most of the Tower thought
Jarna a model sailormoonnaked of sailormoonnaked virtue; when what could be recovered was buried, every
sailormoonnaked sister sailormoonnaked in Tar Valon and every one who could reach the city in time attended
the funeral.
"You have curiosity, child," Mesaana said finally. "That can be an
asset, properly directed. sailormoonnaked wrongly directed... " The threat hung in the air
like sailormoonnaked a gleaming dagger.
"I will direct it as you command, Great Mistress," Alviarin breathed
hoarsely. Her sailormoonnaked mouth was sailormoonnaked dry as dust. "Only as you command." But she would
still see that no Black sisters went with Toveine. Mesaana moved, looming
over her so she had to crane sailormoonnaked sailormoonnaked her sailormoonnaked neck to look up at that face of light and
shadow, and suddenly she wondered sailormoonnaked whether the Chosen knew her sailormoonnaked thoughts.
"If you would serve me, child, then you must serve and obey me. Not
Semirhage or Demandred. Not Graendal or anyone else. Only me. And the Great
Lord, of course, but me above all save him."
"I live to serve you, Great Mistress." That came out in a croak, but
she sailormoonnaked managed to emphasize the added word.
For a long moment silvery eyes stared down at her unblinking. Then
Mesaana said, "Good. I will teach you, then. But remember that a pupil is
not a teacher. I sailormoonnaked choose who learns what, and I decide when they can make
use of it. Should I find you have passed on the smallest scrap or used even
a hair of it without my direction, I sailormoonnaked will extinguish you."
Alviarin worked moisture back into her mouth. There was no anger in
those chimes,
only certainty. "I live to serve you, Great sailormoonnaked Mistress. I live
to sailormoonnaked obey you, Great Mistress." She had just learned something about the
Chosen that she could hardly credit. Knowledge was power.
"You have a little strength, sailormoonnaked child. Not much, but enough."
A weave appeared