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[lastgunslinger]

Ted helps Roland down the hall and into room 99.

"Just like old times," says Ted wryly, with a sidelong smile at Roland.

Roland grunts.

Once inside, Ted settles Roland in his chair and awaits instruction.

"Write a note to the lady Moiraine, and take it to the bar. Ask that she gets it. Wait for her, and bring her upstairs, and don't say anything about why she's here in the bar. Put it in the note, or wait until you're up here."

Ted nods, and leaves.

A deep sigh, from Roland. He reaches for the volume of Yeats lying on the table and reads, and waits.

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[lastgunslinger]

"He," says Roland, jerking a thumb in Ted's direction, "spent the entire week drinking that foul root beer stuff that doesn't even have alcohol in it, and lecturing me on the works of a man named Boris Pasternak."

[mr-brautigan.livejournal.com]

"Literature," says Ted serenely, "helps us to realize who we are and what our place is in the world. I was merely trying to enlighten you. And I note it worked, as you've got a copy of Lord of the Flies sitting right there."

Smug.

[blue_ajah]

"And a volume of poetry as well," the Aes Sedai interjects smoothly, with a glance at it. She notes the author, and her eyes narrow slightly.

" Lack nothing that a soldier needs,
That all are oath-bound men:
Those banners come not in...."

She pauses. "I have found his work interesting in the past, myself, as well as that of certain others."

Another pause, and she tilts her head, looking at Ted with interest. "Although I have not read anything of this Pasternak, nor the other book that you mention."

[mr-brautigan.livejournal.com]

"Boris Pasternak. A Russian. Interesting ideas about time. And Lord of the Flies -- by William Golding. About what happens to children alone on an island, when they're stranded there after a war. A really excellent novel."

The beast from the water, the beast from the air. The stick sharpened at both ends.

Ted maybe doesn't warm to his subject as much as might be expected from him.

[blue_ajah]

Dark eyes miss nothing of his reaction.

"Perhaps I shall look into these works, then."

A pause. "But perhaps it is also just as well that I was sent for, in this case, to prevent the two of you from having to share another such week."

Her calm tone is ever-so-slightly amused.

[lastgunslinger]

"Oh, it is very well indeed, lady-sai."

Glaring at Ted.

[mr-brautigan.livejournal.com]

Ted grins at Roland.

And then he starts to laugh.

[blue_ajah]

She inclines her head, smiling serenely at both as she observes them.

[lastgunslinger]

Roland finally shakes his head and looks at Moiraine. "So. All is as well as it might be, I think."

[blue_ajah]

"I am glad to hear that, of course."

She seems composed and utterly undisturbed as she adds, "And with River, as well?"

[lastgunslinger]

"She's shaken up." Quietly. "But unharmed. Simon is with her."

[blue_ajah]

She nods, looking back and forth between them.

"A block of some sort, it was said?"

[mr-brautigan.livejournal.com]

Ted nods.

"The guards at the Academy -- they're low men. Can-toi, if you want to use the High Speech term. Same kind of guards they had where I was kept. And Roland asked her about them, asked her what she'd do to them -- and she just snapped. I imagine they put something like that in her mind. A safeguard. Anybody who would try to implant suggestions of rebellion...they'd get that reaction, and then they'd be dead." Simply.

[blue_ajah]

"Sa souvraya niende misain ye," she says quietly, and the Aes Sedai is somewhat more pale than before.

"Can-toi?"

[lastgunslinger]

Roland knows what she said.

Calm: "Means children of the desert. Servants of the Crimson King." Pause. "They themselves don't put in the blocks. They can't."

[blue_ajah]

"And who does, then?"

Her tone is very even. Very, very even.

[lastgunslinger]

"The doctors at the Academy."

[blue_ajah]

"Perhaps, then, it is just as well that you intend to bring the place down."

Calmly.

[lastgunslinger]

A small smile.

"There's a group that Eddie came up with, in his world. The Tet Corporation. Turns out they have another group, in the Serenity-folken's world. Met with them the other day. They can help get plans of the place, and other things."

Roland is feeling optimistic.

[blue_ajah]

She nods slightly.

"I saw you depart, as it happens."

And had spoken to Eddie afterwards.

[lastgunslinger]

"It was...successful."

Calm.

[blue_ajah]

Ted is silently watching, seemingly unsurprised, and so Moiraine focuses fully on Roland.

"I am glad to hear that." A pause. "I may presume, of course, that Eddie has explained what happened to prevent his departure with the rest of you."

[lastgunslinger]

Roland nods. "He did."

And Eddie had been...noticeably quiet.

[blue_ajah]

"It is not an easy thing to accept."

Calmly, still, although the expression in the dark eyes is thoughtful. "The Wheel weaves."