Pain shot through Egwene’s body, like fire beneath her skin. Her eyes watered from it. But she had suffered pain before, and laughed while being beaten. She had been captive before, in the White Tower itself, and captivity had not stopped her. But this is different! The larger part of her was terrified. This is the a’dam! I cannot withstand it! An Aes Sedai must, the quiet piece of her replied. An Aes Sedai can suffer all things, for only then can she be truly a servant of all.
