Crossroads of Twilight (Wheel of Time, #10)

by Robert Jordan

The Green decided her stare was making no impression on Bethamin and turned it on Mat, instead. Had she been other than Aes Sedai, he would have said she looked sulky. Joline disliked explaining. ‘If you must know, someone is channeling.’ Teslyn and Edesina nodded, the Red sister reluctantly, the Yellow emphatically. ‘In the camp?’ he said in alarm. His right hand rose on its own to press against the silver foxhead under his shirt, but the medallion had not turned cold. ‘Far away,’ Joline replied, still unwilling. ‘To the north.’ ‘Much farther than any of us should be able to sense channeling,’ Edesina put in, a touch of fear in her voice. ‘The amount of saidar being wielded must be immense, inconceivable.’ She fell silent at a sharp glance from Joline, who turned back to study Mat as though deciding how much she had to tell him. ‘At that distance,’ she went on, ‘we wouldn’t be able to feel every sister in the Tower channeling. It has to be the Forsaken, and whatever they’re doing, we do not want to be any closer than we can avoid.’