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up from that roll. She’d be caught in a weave of the One Power, or worse.
    “I know them, Sleete,” Nynaeve said, voice cool. “You did well in bringing them to me. Thank you.”
    His sword was sheathed at once, and Leilwin felt cool air on her neck as he slipped out of the tent, quiet as a whisper.
    “If you’ve come to beg forgiveness,” Nynaeve said, “you’ve come to the wrong person. I’ve half a mind to give you over to
     the Warders to question. Maybe they can bleed something useful about your people from that treacherous mind of yours.”
    “It is good to see you again too, Nynaeve,” Leilwin said coolly. “So what happened?” Nynaeve demanded.
    What happened? What was the woman talking about?
    “I did try,” Bayle suddenly said, regretfully. “I did fight them, but I was taken easily. They could have fired my ship, sunk
     us all, killed my men.”
    “Better that you and all aboard should have died, Illianer,” Nynaeve said. “The
ter’angreal
ended up in the hands of one of the Forsaken; Semirhage was hiding among the Seanchan, pretending to be some kind of judge.
     A Truthspeaker? Is that the word?”
    “Yes,” Leilwin said softly. She understood now. “I regret breaking my oath, but–”
    “You
regret
it, Egeanin?” Nynaeve said, standing, knocking her chair back. “ ‘Regret’ is not a word I would use for endangering the world
     itself, bringing us to the brink of darkness and all but shoving us over the edge! She had copies of that device made, woman.
     One ended up around the neck of the Dragon Reborn. The
Dragon Reborn himself
, controlled by one of the Forsaken!”
    Nynaeve flung her hands into the air. “Light! We were
heartbeats
from the end, because of you. The end of everything. No more Pattern, no more world, nothing. Millions of lives could have
     winked out because of your carelessness.”
    “I…” Leilwin’s failures seemed monumental, suddenly. Her life, lost. Her very name, lost. Her ship, stripped from her by
     the Daughter of the Nine Moons herself. All were immaterial in light of this.
    “I did fight,” Bayle said more firmly. “I did fight with what I could give.”
    “I should have joined you, it appears,” Leilwin said.
    “I did try to explain that,” Bayle said grimly. “Many times now, burn me, but I did.”
    “Bah,” Nynaeve said, raising a hand to her forehead. “What are you doing here, Egeanin? I had hoped you were dead. If you
     had died trying to keep your oath, then I could not have blamed you.”
    I handed it to Suroth myself,
Leilwin thought.
A price paid for my life, the only way out.
    “Well?” Nynaeve glared at her. “Out with it, Egeanin.”
    “I no longer bear that name.” Leilwin went down on her knees. “I havehad all stripped from me, including my honor, it now appears. I give myself to you as payment.”
    Nynaeve snorted. “We don’t keep people as if they were animals, unlike you Seanchan.”
    Leilwin continued kneeling. Bayle rested a hand on her shoulder, but did not try to pull her to her feet. He understood well
     enough now why she had to do as she had. He was quite nearly civilized.
    “On your feet,” Nynaeve snapped. “Light, Egeanin. I remember you being so strong you could chew rocks and spit out sand.”
    “It is my strength that compels me,” she said, lowering her eyes. Did Nynaeve not understand how difficult this was? It would
     be easier to slit her own throat, only she had not the honor left to demand such an easy end.
    “Stand!”
    Leilwin did as told.
    Nynaeve grabbed her cloak off the bed and threw it on. “Come. We’ll take you to the Amyrlin. Maybe she’ll know what to do
     with you.”
    Nynaeve barged out into the night, and Leilwin followed. Her decision had been made. There was only one path that made sense,
     one way to preserve a shred of honor, and perhaps to help her people survive the lies they had been telling themselves for
     so long.
    Leilwin Shipless now belonged to the White