“Is that where you need me?” Siuan asked. “Actually…” Egwene lowered her voice. “I want someone to join Mat and the Seanchan Empress and listen with ears accustomed to hearing what is not spoken.” Siuan nodded, approval—even pride—in her expression. Egwene was Amyrlin; she had no need of either emotion from Siuan, and yet it lifted a little of her grinding fatigue. “You look amused,” Egwene said. “When Moiraine and I set out to find the boy,” Siuan said, “I had no idea the Pattern would send you to us as well.”
