||Threads of Silver
Leanna stood on the balcony of her new rooms. The gardens and streets
of Tar Valon were spread out far beneath her. High in the sky above the
moon glowed softly, a pale silvery crescent.
“A knife moon!” She laughed bitterly. That was what they called the crescent
moon, in the Borderlands. Well, on this occasion at least, it was appropriate.
Throwing her shawl back, she moved to the railing.
“Light and Creator, hear me.” Leanna raised her arms to the sky. “Under
the Light, and by my hope of salvation and rebirth, I shall not rest until
women are no longer leashed like animals, until the last a’dam is
destroyed or thrown into the sea. Of this day I am of the Battle Ajah,
and I will fight the battle against Seanchan for as long as breath remains
in my body.”
Her fists clenched. The Great Serpent ring glittered on her right hand,
golden in the moonlight. “Tanya, my sister, you will be avenged. By Light
and salvation, this I swear!”
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