Lylora stamped her foot angrily. "But I don't want to see any nasty Aes Sedai. Nasty One Power. I'm happy here!"
Lylora's mother regarded her with infinate patience and said again, "Lylora. Listen to me. You are pampered, and the White Tower would do you good. Your aunt can channel. Your sister died of not being trained. I will see you in the White Tower before the month is out!"
Lylora opened her mouth to protest, but Lady Aragon had evidently had enough. She grabbed Lylora by the scruff of her neck, and hauled her through the large house to the quarters where the Aes Sedai was staying. They cut quite a sight, but everyone was used to Lylora's tantrums by then.
After knocking on the door and receiving a peremptory "Enter" Lady Aragon shoved Lylora inside and strode away. Lylora stood, alone, facing the Aes Sedai.
She was a tall, pretty woman, and Lylora couldn't quite tell what age she was. She smiled gently at Lylora, and took her hand. The entire time Lylora was with her, she didn't say a word. Lylora begged and pleaded to know if she could channel, but the Aes Sedai sat silent.
The next day Lylora was leaving for Tar Valon at daybreak. Apparently her silent inquisitor had found her satisfactory. Lylora threw fits, whined, yelled, and even begged, but to no avail. The White Tower it was.
Lylora smiled remisinscently out the window. What a foolish child she had been! It had taken three attempts to run away before she had realized that she didn't mind the tower. She had, of course, expected to be exempt from chores and had been horrified to have to wash dishes. She was the daughter of a nobleman! But the Tower had slowly taught her compassion, taught her patience, taught her humility. Now she was ready to help others achieve the esteemed place where she now sat. A sitter!