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pulled, it didn’t
     pull on the flats. The neat stiches would help keep the saddle in good shape over the years. The rows needed to be close enough
     together to reinforce one another, but not so close that there was danger of them ripping into one another. Staggering the
     holes helped.
    Little things. You just had to make sure the little things were done right, and—
    His fingers slipped, and he punched a hole with the diamond pointing the wrong way. Two of the holes ripped into one another
     at the motion.
    He nearly tossed the entire thing across the room in frustration. That was the fifth time tonight!
    Light,
he thought, pressing his hands on the table.
What’s happened to my self-control?
    He could answer that question with ease, unfortunately.
The Black Tower is what happened.
He felt like a multilegged
nachi
trapped in a dried-up tidal pool, waiting desperately for the water to return while watching a group of children work their
     way down the beach with buckets, gathering up anything that looked tasty…
    He breathed in and out, then picked up the leather. This would be the shoddiest piece he’d done in years, but he
would
finish it. Leaving something unfinished was nearly as bad as messing up the details.
    “Curious,” said the Aes Sedai—her name was Pevara, of the Red Ajah. He could feel her eyes on his back.
    A
Red
. Well, common destinations made for unusual shipmates, as the old Tairen saying went. Perhaps he should use the Saldaean
     proverb instead.
If his sword is at your enemy’s throat, don’t waste time remembering when it was at yours.
    “So,” Pevara said, “you were telling me about your life prior to coming to the Black Tower?”
    “I don’t believe that I was,” Androl said, beginning to sew. “Why? What did you want to know?”
    “I’m simply curious. Were you one of those who came here on his own, to be tested, or were you one of those they found while
     out hunting?”
    He pulled a thread tight. “I came on my own, as I believe Evin told you yesterday, when you asked him about me.”
    “Hmmm,” she said. “I’m being monitored, I see.”
    He looked toward her, lowering the leather. “Is that something they teach you?”
    “What?” Pevara asked innocently. “To twist a conversation about. There you sit, all but accusing me of spying on you—when
     you were the one interrogating my friends about me.”
    “I want to know what my resources are.”
    “You want to know why a man would
choose
to come to the Black Tower. To learn to channel the One Power.”
    She didn’t answer. He could see her deciding upon a response that would not run afoul of the Three Oaths. Speaking with an
     Aes Sedai was like trying to follow a green snake as it slipped through damp grass.
    “Yes,” she said.
    He blinked in surprise.
    “Yes, I want to know,” she continued. “We are allies, whether either of us desires it or not. I want to know what kind of
     person I’ve slipped into bed with.” She eyed him. “Figuratively speaking, of course.”
    He took a deep breath,
forcing
himself to become calm. He hated talkingwith Aes Sedai, with them twisting everything about. That, mixed with the tension of the night and the inability to get this
     saddle right…
    He would be calm, Light burn him! “We should practice making a circle,” Pevara said. “It will be an advantage to us—albeit
     a small one—against Taim’s men, should they come for us.”
    Androl put his dislike of the woman from his mind—he had other things to worry about—and forced himself to think objectively.
     “A circle?”
    “Do you not know what one is?”
    “Afraid not.”
    She pursed her lips. “Sometimes I forget how ignorant all of you are…” She paused, as if realizing she’d said too much.
    “All men are ignorant, Aes Sedai,” Androl said. “The topics of our ignorance may change, but the nature of the world is that
     no man may know everything.”
    That didn’t seem to be the answer she’d