"From my uncle", she said. "He taught me a few things. Let me work in the shop, when I was little".
"Maybe I’ve met him".
She fell still. For all Androl’s comments that she was good at steering a conversation, she had blundered this one directly into places she didn’t like to go.
"Well?" he asked. "Where does he live?"
"Back in Kandor".
"You’re Kandori" he asked, surprised.
"Of course I am. Don’t I look it?"
"I just thought I could pick out any accent", he said, pulling a pair of stitches tight. "I’ve been there. Maybe I do know your uncle".
"He’s dead", she said. "Murdered by Darkfriends".
Androl fell silent. "I’m sorry".
"It’s been over a hundred years now. I miss my family, but they’d be dead by now even if the Darkfriends hadn’t killed them. Everyone I knew back home is dead".
"My sorrow is deeper, then. Truly".
"It is long past", Pevara said. "I can remember them with fondness without having the pain intrude. But what of your family? Siblings? Nieces, nephews?"
"A smattering of each group", Androl said.
"Do you ever see them?"
He eyed her. "You’re trying to engage me in friendly conversation to prove that you don’t feel awkward around me. But I’ve seen how you Aes Sedai look at people like me".
"I—"
"Say you don’t find us repulsive".
"I hardly think what you do should be—"
"Straight answer, Pevara".
"Very well, fine. Men who can channel do discomfort me. You make me itch all over, and it has only grown worse the longer I’ve been here, surrounded by you".
Androl nodded in satisfaction at having pulled it from her.
"However", Pevara continued, "I feel this way because it has been ingrained in me over decades of life. What you do is terribly unnatural, but you yourself do not disgust me. You are just a man trying to do your best, and I hardly think that is worthy of disgust. Either way, I am willing to look beyond my inhibitions in the name of common good".
"That’s better than I could have expected, I suppose". He looked back toward the rain-splattered windows. "The taint is cleansed. This isn’t unnatural any longer. I wish . . . I wish I could just show you, woman". He looked toward her sharply. "How does one form one of those circles you mentioned?"
"Well", Pevara said, "I’ve never actually done it with a male channeler, of course. I did some reading before coming down here, but much of what we have is hearsay. So much has been lost. To start with, you must put yourself on the edge of embracing the Source, then open yourself to me. That is how we establish the link".
"All right", he said. "You’re not holding the Source, however".
It was downright unfair, that a man could tell when a woman was holding the One Power and when she wasn’t. Pevara embraced the Source, flooding herself with the sweet nectar that was saidar.
She reached out to link with Androl as she would with a woman. That was how one was supposed to begin, according to the records. But it was not the same. Saidin was a torrent, and what she had read was true; she could do nothing with the flows.
"It’s working; my power is flowing into you".
"Yes", Pevara said. "But when a man and woman link, the man must be in control. You must take the lead".