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Rhuidean. We could ask Hayde and Shanni to encourage her.”
    Aviendha suppressed a shudder. She understood too well how “encouraging” the Wise Ones could be.
    “That would be well,” Bair said, leaning forward. “Perhaps this is what happens whenever someone goes through the glass columns a second time? Maybe that is why it is forbidden.”
    None of them looked at Aviendha, but she could feel them considering her. What she had done was forbidden. Speaking of what happened in Rhuidean was also taboo.
    There would be no reprimand. Rhuidean had not killed her; this was what the Wheel had spun. Bair continued to stare into the distance. Sweat trickled down the sides of Aviendha’s face and her breasts.
    I do not miss taking baths, she told herself. She was no soft wetlander. Still, a sweat tent wasn’t truly necessary on this side of the mountains. There was no bitter cold at night, so the heat of the tent felt stifling, not comforting. And if water was plentiful enough for bathing . . .
    No. She set her jaw. “May I speak?”
    “Don’t be foolish, girl,” Melaine said. The woman was round in the belly, nearly to term. “You’re one of us now. No need to ask permission.” Girl? It would take time for them to see her truly as one of them, but they did make an effort. Nobody ordered her to make tea or to throw water on the kettle. With no apprentice around and no gai’shain handy, they took turns doing these tasks.
    “I am less concerned with whether the vision repeats,” Aviendha said, “than with what I was shown. Will it happen? Can we stop it?”
    “Rhuidean shows two types of vision,” Kymer said. She was a younger woman, perhaps less than a decade Aviendha’s senior, with deep red hair and a long, tanned face. “The first visit is what could be, the second, to the columns, what has happened.”
    “This third vision could be either,” Amys said. “The columns always show the past accurately; why would they not show the future with equal accuracy?”
    Aviendha’s heart lurched.
    “But why,” Bair said softly, “would the columns show a despair that cannot change? No. I refuse to believe it. Rhuidean has always shown us what we needed to see. To help us, not destroy us. This vision must have a purpose as well. To encourage us toward greater honor?”
    “Its unimportant,” Sorilea said curtly.
    “But—” Aviendha began.
    “It’s unimportant,” Sorilea repeated. “If this vision were unchangeable, if our destiny is to . . . fall ... as you have spoken, would any of us stop fighting to change it?”
    The room grew still. Aviendha shook her head.
    “We must treat it as if it can be changed,” Sorilea said. “Best not to dwell on your question, Aviendha. We must decide what course to take.” Aviendha found herself nodding. “I . . . Yes, yes, you are correct, Wise One.”
    “But what do we do?” Kymer asked. “What do we change? For now, the Last Battle must be won.”
    “Almost,” Amys said, “I wish for the vision to be unchangeable, for at least it proves we win this fight.”
    “It proves nothing,” Sorilea said. “Sightblinder’s victory would break the Pattern, and so no vision of the future can be sure or trusted. Even with prophecies of what might happen in Ages to come, if Sightblinder wins this battle, all will become nothing.”
    “This vision I saw has to do with whatever Rand is planning,” Aviendha said.
    They turned to her.
    “Tomorrow,” she said. “From what you’ve told me, he’s preparing for an important revelation.”
    “The Car’a’carn has a . . . fondness for dramatic presentations,” Bair said, her tone itself fond. “He’s like a crockobur who has toiled all night making a nest so that he can sing of it in the morning to all who will listen.”
    Aviendha had been surprised to discover the gathering at Merrilor; she had found it only by using her bond to Rand al’Thor to determine where he was. Arriving here to find so many together, the wet