Eagerly, Aviendha embraced the Source, but before she had begun to weave a thread, she let saidar go and turned her head to stare toward the dark-paneled wall. Toward the west. So did Elayne, and Monaelle, and Sumeko. The beacon that had been burning for so long had just vanished. One instant it had been there, that raging blaze of saidar, and then it was gone as if it had never existed. Sumeko’s massive bosom heaved as she drew a deep breath. ‘I think something very wonderful or very terrible has happened today,’ she said softly. ‘And I think I am afraid to learn which.’
