“I won’t hear any excuses,” Melfane interrupted. “I’m the Queen!” Elayne said, exasperated. “And I’m the Queen’s midwife,” Melfane replied, still calm. “There isn’t a soldier or attendant in this palace who won’t help me, if I determine that your health—and that of your child—is at risk.” She met Elayne’s eyes. “Would you like to put my words to the test, Your Majesty?”
