“I think so, too, Danny. You are from the Two Rivers, from Emond’s Field. Do you know a boy named Cassel al’Thor?”
“I know him.” Abruptly Danny found herself remembering a tale Cassel had told, a tale she had not believed, about falling off a wall into a garden and meeting. . . . “You’re the Daughter-Heir of Andor,” she gasped.
“Yes,” Elayne said simply. “If Sheriam Sedai as much as heard I’d mentioned it, I think she would have me into her study before I finished talking.”
“Everyone talks about being called to Sheriam’s study. Even the Accepted. Does she scold so fiercely? She seems kindly to me.”
Elayne hesitated, and when she spoke it was slowly, not meeting Danny’s eye. “She keeps a willow switch on her desk. She says if you can’t learn to follow the rules in a civilized way, she w
