“You should write something to let your parents know what has happened,” she said, astonished at how quickly he prepared to depart. Ali nodded and fetched a quill pen and ink. Mave had no idea if he was unique in being able to write or it was a common skill. She suspected anywhere books were this highly prized people at least learned the basics. 

“Don’t be… you know… too specific,” she counseled.

“Dear Mama,” he narrated, holding the paper infornt of him, “I have run off with an Aes Sedai to fight a fade.” Mave laughed in spite of herself when she realized it was a joke. Ali grinned, though there was a grim quality to it.

“Now do you have a plan to get rid of the F… fa… that thing?” he asked, pointing to the dark figure still raging at the unseen barrier before it. Mave nodded, having spent the past few minutes thinking on the problem.

“Close your eyes,” she instructed Ali. He gave her a suspicious look.

“Will the witchcraft not work if Im looking at it?” he asked. Mave shook her head.

“No it will just hurt your eyes,” she responded.

“Oh.” He closed his eyes. Mave opened herself up to the True Source letting the joy of Saidar flow into her like a damn opening up. They Fade, able to sense channeling, especially when close by, paused in its ranting and looked straight at her. Mave squeezed her own eyes shut and wove flows of fire and air and spirit. A beam of light so bright, that even through her tightly squeezed eyes, she could see the outline of the window and the creature beyond, erupted from her hands. Anyone watching it would have been instantly struck blind and to the fade, a creature of darkness it was far worse. It shriked as though its soul were being torn from its body then it turned its horse and leaped into the shadows beyond the wall. In a moment it was there and then it vanished, seeming to fold and slip into the darkness like a phantom. Mave released the source and lowered her shaking hands. She hadn’t been certain that it would work, though she had read of such things. 

“It is done,” she said in as Aes Sedai a tone as she could muster while blinking in the dark. Her night vision was completely washed away by the weaving.