The shawl.

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Shivering, Ahviran hugged her body, the trembling almost impossible to stop. Glancing about the enormous Hall of Sitters, she felt meek and tired.

"Weave again, Child--show us the hundredth weave" A tall woman in blue robes gestures for Ahviran to proceed.

Drawing on dangerous amounts of the Power, Ahviran completed the test, weaving deflty with all five elements. Falling to her knees, she released the One Power.

"Rise, daughter" The Amyrlin Seat approached, her stole swaying softly as she glided towards the Accepted.

Summoning the last of her strength, Ahviran stood to her feet, her knees knocking.

"You have proven yourself capable, child--it is time you take the final steps." Removing a golden rod from it's stand, the Keeper moved swiftly towards Ahviran and held the rod out towards her.

"Takes this, child." The keeper sounded calm, her voice holding a touch of wisdom.

Holding tightly to the rod, Ahviran stood in a trance like state as the Sitters standing around her wove flows of spirit and fire into the artifact.

"Swear upon the oath rod, daughter." The Amyrlin adjusted her shawl, her cool eyes studying Ahviran.

"I swear that I will never use the One Power as a weapon, inless in the defense of my life or that of my warder's or another Aes Sedai."

She felt the oath seep into her marrow.

"I will never create a weapon used to kill other men."

Again, the oath burned into her bones.

"I vow under the Light to never speak a word that is not true."

The last oath sent a searing pain throughout her body, pressing itself deep into her very soul.

"Now, Sister," A sitter of the Red Ajah approached, glancing at Ahviran coldly, "Choose your Ajah and choose it wisely."

GLancing at each of the sitters, Ahviran swolled deeply and stepped forward. "I ask the Green Ajah to please accept me under the Light. I will serve and obey the Light, and bring honor to the Tower." Standing before the sitters, she waited paitently for their reply.

Nodding in unison, the three Green Sitters stepped forward, handing Ahviran a tar vlaon shawl fringed in green.

"Welcome, Sister, the Light illumine you."

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And so the Tower grows in strength!