“What you do is an abomination!” Egwene said, feeling exasperated. “Not even the Black Ajah deserves that.” “Resources should not be discarded so idly.” “Is that so?” Egwene said. “Do you realize that every one of your sul’dam, your precious trainers, is herself a marath’damane?” Fortuona spun on her. “Do not spread such lies.” “Oh? Shall we test it, Fortuona? You said you trained them yourself. You are a sul’dam, I presume? Put the a’dam on your neck. I dare you. If I am wrong, it will do nothing to you. If I am right, you will be subject to its power, and will prove to be marath’damane.”
