Event: The Amyrlin Seat called a meeting of the Hall to discuss the situation regarding Lieutenant Morcath of the Tower Guard, and his recent attack on Novice Weste.

Location: Hall of Servants: White Tower, Tar Valon

Brown Sister walks in slowly, taking a seat in the Brown benches. She stares off in thought.

Dallia dose not look up from her quiet talk with her fellow Whites as Sisters begin to pour in. She does nod to Clarise though for just a moment.

Clarise nods in return back to Dallia, and sets herself down in one of the front seats in the section behind the Sitters, due to her height. She glances around at the other Ajahs, making note of those who she recognizes from her classes years ago.

Raemira arrives in the Hall, with Micana following not too far from behind her. A wave of curtsies ensues as she makes her way to the raised dais that supports the 'Amyrlin Seat'.

Dallia stands when the rest of her section does, only a little slower in her actions to curtsy to Raemira. She is also the first to sit down in her group.

Kerynis a bit slower than the other Sedais. She does look to be only half here. The former blue seems to catch all of the nuances moving about in the room, her eyes taking in the sea of faces surrounding her. Slowly, Raemira ascends the few steps it takes to reach the Amyrlin Seat, then turns before it and stands. She looks down expectantly at Micana, signalling something with a mere glance.

Micana moves to the fore of the room, steps quickening as she lets the heel of the staff in her hand tap against the floor in resonating tones. "She comes, she comes! The Watcher of the Seals, the Flame of Tar Valon, the Amyrlin Seat. Attend you all, for she comes!"

Clarise stands to curtsey to Raemira, though no hint of awe mars her emotionless mask. She sits back down, and places her hands in her lip, idly fidgiting with her fingers.

Being a Brown, it isn't exactly strange that Zephi didsn't seem to notice the entrance of the Amyrlin at first, her mind on the sketch pad sitting in her lap. But she isn't so dense as to miss the flurry of skirts as the women around her stand and curtsy, so as soon as she does notice, she stands up, and offers a simblance of one, but it isn't as well done as it could be, because of the fact her hands are full with a sketchpad and a charcoal stick.

Clarise sits down at White Ajah Benches.

Nata quickly curtseys and moves to the spot alocated to the yellow ajah, smoothing her skirt and tipping her head to acknowledge those already present.

Ashlynn rises smoothly from her seat, her expression still bearing that troubled look. She curtsies with as much grace as she can muster in her present state, which is not saying much, then retakes her seat with as much elegance.

A faint flicker of a smile acknowledges Micana's words, then and only then does Raemira take her seat. In an instant, that smile is gone, hidden by a carefully practiced mask, "We are here today to discuss the events surrounding Lieutenant Morcath of the Tower Guard. Some of you may have heard rumors of the events surrounding his attack against Novice Weste, while others of you were involved in the event itself. What we discuss here this day is whether or not we should aquit the man of his actions, or hold a trial and let a jury of peers decide what his fate should be." Her voice rings loud and clear through the Hall, aided only by her own natural dictation and projection.

Micana faces the room, almost protectively standing before Raemira. Her eyes sharpen and slide from face to face among those present, trying to read the subtle sighs, who curtseys and when, who is on time or late, expressions, whispers, attention paid to Mother. Each nuiance is gathered and stoed in the keepers memory as she steps aside and to her place while Raemira sits. Her expression is somber as she listens to Raemira's words.

Ashlynn shifts slightly in her seat, arranging her skirts about her in a practiced manner. A small flicker of something flashes behind her eyes, showing that her attention is not completely on the meeting at all, thoughts turned inwardly.

Zephi sits down as the Amyrlin starts her speech, putting her sketch pad aside and placing her full attention on the Amyrlin's words.

Dallia smooths her fringed shawl thoughtfully. Her face a picture of White Sedai calm that lets not a hint of what she is thinking showing through. Those of her sisters with her take up much the same stance in their seats, perfectly unreadable.

Clarise turns her head to the Amyrlin and gives her her undivided attention. She displays few to no emotions on how she feels about this, and her fingers finally stop idly fiddling.

Nata stiffens slightly and lets her fingers tighten as she listens to the topic of this session. She slowly smooths her expression though her eyes seem to darken in hue.

Keryn places her full attention on the Amyrlin, appearing ready to catalogue each word.

"With me I have two reports," the Amyrlin pauses, eyes narrowing slightly at some people in the room, as her gaze takes in those about her, "one from Gitani Sedai of the Red and one from Mydria Sedai of the Gray, detailing what occured in their own words - as they were witnesses, in part to the event." She reaches into a satchel she had been carrying when entering the room, and pulls out two wrinkled slips of paper, "In them, they both mention that the man in question attempted to attack Novice Weste, then plunged the knife he was using against the girl into his own body before any others could get hurt, then asked if another with them was gone. Each seems to believe that this man, in part, is insane and was unable to comprehend his actions. I may pass them about, if you would like to view them for the meeting." A question lingers in the air as she makes her offer.

Clarise shakes her head, and shows no sign of taking Raemira up on that offer.

Nata remains silent, a tiny shake of the head indicating her not needing such to examine.

Sionil raises her hand to pass, having seen previous reports.

Micana continues to observe silently. A quill is dipped in ink and rapidly skitters across paper as she makes a record of these proceedings.

Dallia dosn't make a move either to get the papers. She flicks a look at her Sisters though none by her take the papers either.

Keryn carefully logs the words in her head.

Raemira carefully watches the others about the room, and their reactions. She nods briefly to herself, then turns her attention to Nata, "Because of the odd nature of his actions, I have enlisted the aid of the Yellow Ajah to make certain this man was indeed sane, or not. I have also examined him myself." This gets a reaction from severeal of the Sisters. Rarely, in the past, has this Amyrlin gotten personally involved in smaller problems of the Tower. "Nata Sedai, please present to the Hall your findings of the situation."

Zephi leans forward to listen, pulling the sketchpad back to her lap and seems to be making quick notes as she listens.

Close to the front, an extremely older Sedai, she must be old cause her whole head of hair is snow white, and the fact that she's balding badly, despite the ageless look crooks her neck to listen in

Clarise turns her attention to Nata, observing her in her fairly neutral way. Hearing a friend's name being called, Ashlynn retreats from her thought sand turns her attention to Nata. A curious gaze seems to settle on the woman of the Yellow Ajah - though she still seems somewhat distracted.

Dallia turns along with Clarise and the other Whites. Most of them seem to move as one and all looking as uninterested in the whole thing.

Nata indicates her complience by simply rising and stepping forward, then turning so she faces both the Hall and Mother and the Keeper. "I spent time with Morcath in both interview and in examination. I was unable to detect any physical reason for his behavior, no tumor, no scar, no injury, nothing to physically give reason for his behavior. That leaves only conscious purpose or insanity as alternates. I concur that it is likely a form of insanity. He has classic symptoms of a complex problem. One power and healing do not work with mental cases so there is no known treatment to offer. This man stated in his own words that two years ago he was in the blight hunting some people, and when he returned home, found his wife and child's remains in a cookpot of trollocks. He feels this trauma was the beginning and cause of his becoming 'split' as he calls it." She pauses to let others think this over but clearly has more to say.

Delicately, a brow raises at Nata's words. Again, Ashlynn shifts in her seat. Peering about her briefly, she takes in those around her, then puts her attention back on the Yellow Sister.

The elderly Sedai at the front gives a small gasp and says out, not really concerned whether she's overheard or not "Oh my, such a shame."

Nata says "this man states a violent hatred filled him and formed his other part, the guard we know his usual part. He states this creature was sly and good at hiding its existance from him." there is subtle emphasis on this fact. "For two years it hid its existance while it killed over 20 people before arriving in Tar Valon. He confessed to four killings here in Tar Valon as guard." She pauses again for this to sink in.."

Clarise doesn't seem affected at all by Nata's words, though her head does turn to take in the elderly Sedai.

Keryn nods, not even disturbed by this. She has a look of.... interest on her face.

Micana interjects quietly. "Nata Sedai, He told Calandra that these men were criminals, the ones he killed, though did not mention that fact to you." The Keeper then falls silent for Nata to continue.

Dallia's lips tighten and she leans over to say something very quietly to the sister beside her who nods and does the same to the one beside her who finally writes something down on a small sheaf of paper she has in her lap.

Zephi nods briefly at Nata's responses, showing no outward response to the tradegy that the man witnessed, continuing to take notes, the charcoal stick scratching against the paper of her sketch pad. She shakes her head though at the confession that his "other part" murdered so many people. She's an Aes Sedai, but also a Tinker. At least Trollocs have the excuse of being bred for that form of violence. Men should have no excuse for it. She begins to murmur softly, "Well of course he's not totally sane. He's witnessed and commited so much violence that perhaps he's created another 'part' to take the blame. Hmmm." She seems thoughtful and doesn't even seem to realize she spoke aloud as she goes back to writting.

Raemira's eyes shift to carefully take in those reactions about the various Sedai present here. All the while, she gives the appearance at listening to the Yellow Sister's words - things she's already read in reports. She takes a moment to interject, "He has also mentioned that he would offer himself to anything we wish of him - even if that included bonding him to make certain he does not act in such a manner again. First, I think, his fate for the murders, and the attempted attack on novice Weste, must be dealt with. I ask you each to keep this question in mind - how do we know he is speaking truth, and if there is even the slimest hint that the man is telling the truth, what should we do about his past actions." Her eyes go toward Zephi as she speaks out, lifting a brow slightly.

Sionil looks over a note as the discussion goes on, shaking her head slightly, at the note it seems.

After a few moments of silence, Raemira turns her gaze back to Nata, "Have you anything else to say?"

Nata nods and continues. "I have to admit I do not trust the man nor feel comfortable with him or around him. He stated that side was good at hiding, good enough to hide for two years, and sly, and wanting to be secretive enough that it was going to kill to protect itself. I have no way of knowing if it is /gone/ as he said or simply hiding again, or even if it took over him and is /pretending/ to be the guard Morcath. During some of the interviews, he declined to keep his distance from Novice Weste when both I and my Gaidin specifically told him to, tried to evade Owen and approach her. I finally had to use a barrier of air to keep him from her. His reason for doing so was to _make her touch the source_ which she did not have permission to do. He seemed to consider himself blameless for the matter since not really 'him' who did it at all. I disturst the sudden and complete way he claims he has healed. I do not have any legitimate therpy to recommend, and Mother one question should be answered...before a bond is considered if anyone is" She implies 'foolish' with tone of voice considering such. One might willingly accept. Would the other if still there, and how would it react? Would the Aes Sedai be in danger, and would the bond hold on a 'different' being?

Micana continues to write quickly, some words showing sharp near slashes of the quill in the downstrokes forming letters as the keeper continues her maintaining of the records.

Sionil sighs at the testimony of the Yellow.

Zephi continues to write quickly, clicking her tongue in thought. Those really close to her can her her murmuring to herself as she writes, but it's soft enough that only those directly around her can really make out words. She frowns at the mention of a bond, then continues to write, her eyes narrowed.

A sound close to a snort can be heard from the White section of the room. And almost as one, the sisters of that Ajah shift in their seats, all looking to Nata or Raemira one.

The Amyrlin considers the question, "The bond is held to the body, whoever resides within it. If the came to it, the nuancse we use to control the bond could control whatever 'resides' within him. At least, that is what I am lead to believe from my own research on what the bond does and is." She pauses her words, settling back into her seat, "I have, as I said before, tested the man myself, and drawn my own conclusions. I am no stranger to the Healing talent." Her own version of Healing is something of a scandel amongst the Yellows "My own findings were as conclusive as Nata and Orina both."

Sionil just shakes her head hearing this of bonding, thanking the Creator for having Johan.

Raemira sits up in her chair a bit, nodding to two guards at the door, "I call now before you, Lieutenant Morcath himself. Question him as you will - and you may examine him for yourselves in pairs. After you are done interrogating him, we will take a vote."

Those at the doors open then widely, allowing several people to flow though.

Nata curtseys to Raemira and then returns quietly to her seat.

Morcath enters, two Guards leading him and two Gaidin watching his every move from behind. His face seems to be that of a man nervous, but trying to mask it. He follows the guards to the place they indicate and stands there. He gives a deep bow to the room and then kneels.

Dallia sits up straighter in her seat, eyes going to look for this 'crazy man' that is going to be brought before the hall. Once again she leans over to say something very quiet to the sister beside her.

Sionil eyes the man. Just shaking her head

Zephi looks up from her sketchpad with a start and looks towards the doors to get a first look at the "man of the hour". Her features are instantly smoothed, frown and all other emotions vanishing from her ageless face and slender figure. She raises an eyebrow as she gets a look at him, but it soon settles down as well.

Morcath says "As summoned, I have come."

Micana 's lips tighten a little and she looks from Nata to Raemira as the last topic seems to be exhausted. A tiny shake of the head follows and a glint in her eyes indicates, perhaps, her thoughts lay in middle ground between the two. Sagely she only continues to write, saying nothing.

Briefly, Raemira acknowledes Mortcath's words with a small nod. She immediately turns her attention to the members of the Red Ajah. "Sisters, you may put forth two questions to the man, while two members of your Ajah examine him. I am certain there must be some question that he may be a male channeler due to his recent behavior."

Morcath looks to Raemira and asks, "May I say something first, Mother?"

Raemira's eyes turn from those of the Red Ajah and back to Morcath. Her eyes turn into hardened emerald orbs as she studies the man carefully, letting the moment drag out, before responding, "You may, if that is your desire."

Morcath looks back at the room. He pauses a moment, collecting his words and says, "Sedai, you may ask anything you wish of me. You may probe any part of me with the Power, put me to the question, if you want. I will cooperate fully."

Raemira gives a brief nod of her head, "Your cooperation is so noted." With that she nods to Red Sisters to begin their examination.

Morcath adds, "I will take any oath you wish."

Dallia, along with those of her sisters here just watch on in their quiet, calm way.

A Sister wearing the shawl of the Red Ajah stands up, "What reasons can you give for us to free you?"

Morcath says "I pose no threat to anyone, Sedai. Nor have /I/ done anything deserving of captivity."

Morcath adds, "I am hale and whole again, Sedai. There is no danger in my being free.

The second red sister rises and studies the man with her piercing eyes. "How can you prove that to us? We were told your other side was good at hiding, even from yourself...by your own words."

Morcath nods slowly. "Unfortunately Sedai, I have only my word to offer. I killed the other part, of that I am certain. The part that won is the man who worked as a Guard, who patrolled the City. It is the man before you, Aes Sedai. If the other had won, I would not be here now, I don't believe."

Morcath pauses and then says, "As sly as he was, he was not rational thought. He was more like an animal. Because of that, I believe strongly that, had he won, he would have taken this body's life rather than be captive."

Zephi looks thoughtful, frowning at the answers for a moment, then smoothing her face yet again. She certainly doesn't seem satisfied with the answers, but everyone'll know if she is or not when it's the Brown Ajah's turn, that's for sure.

Dallia keeps her opinons to herself but does give one look to a White near by who jots something down on a peice of paper.

Channeling Raemira embraces the source, the glow emblazining her as she does so. She forms together weaves of air and spirit, mixed together in a rather curious combination. Those weaves are directed in Morcath's direction, probing here and there. This is not a weavethat is generally known amongst the denizens of the Tower.

Raemira gives a small nod of her head, then turns her attention to the sisters of the Blue Ajah, "Members of the Blue Ajah, ask your questions of the Lieutenant."

The red sister almost glares at Morcath but her question used up, she sits down.

The sister of the Blue stands up and shakes her head at the Reds "What do you plan to do with yourself if you are released?"

Morcath looks at the new speaker and says, "Well, Sedai... I had hoped to return to my post as Lietenant of the Guard." He pauses and looks back at the two guardsmen standing behind him and says, "But if they will not have me, I suppose I will have to find other work."

Standing almost as soon as the other blue sister sits is another of the blue ajah. She is not so sedentary as the previous questioners. She strides forward and grasps Morcath's chin in her fingers and turns her head so she can let her glacial glance probe his eyes and expression. "If you were listening to such a tale, how would you react both for yourself and those of the public who learn of this....behavior.

Raemira's eyes carefully examine Morcath, in such a way that seems to denote she is holding an extra note of concentration on the man and his actions.

Morcath says "To be honest, I would laugh at the man who, accused with such crimes, used something like what happened to me as his defence. It's almost impossible to believe and coming from a common criminal, or even a hardened one, very impossible. But i am not either of those, Sedai.""

Morcath continues, "If an honest and good man was brought before me and accused with these crimes, I would be hard pressed to dismiss him out of hand. Even when he could offer me no proof besides his word, it would be hard to disbeilieve him."

The blue sister snorts and drops the chin before turning her backj on the man and regaining her seat...."and public" she prompts.

Raemira interjects, eyes hardening on Morcath, "But you must realize, to /us/ /you/ are the man who committed those crimes, no matter who you say has invaded your body. Your body, your hands, were that which forced the murderous action upon others."

Morcath asks, "If my answers are insufficient, please allow me to clarify?"

Ashlynn converses quietly with a few members of her Ajah, eyes flickering to Morcath from time to time. Whatever it was that had her previously distracted seems from her mind now.

Sionil eyes the man, her look isn't friendly

Dallia hasn't changed expressions beyond the pursing ofher lips the whole time this inquizition goes on.

Morcath nods at the Amyrlin's words and says, "I do, Mother. I know it is hard to believe what I say." He pauses a moment and sighs, "If only you could see into my head....."

"Unfortunately, we cannot." The Amyrlin speaks, then turns her eyes to the Green Ajah, "The members of the Green Ajah may ask their questions."

Upon hearing that the Green may ask, Ashlynn rises, glancing to a few members of her Ajah first, "The Green Ajah wishes to pass, for now, with the chance to ask later."

Raemira dips her head in a small nod, "Your request is granted." Her eyes move to those amongst the Brown, "Have the members of the Brown Ajah come to the decision who will be asking their questions?'

In the pause between questioners, Dallia waves to of the younger Whites over to her and seems to go into a discussion with the both of them, not looking at the proceedings for a moment.

Glancing towards her fellow Sitters, Zephi Sedai stands up, folding her arms before her after putting down the sketch pad, "Morcath, I am curious. So far you've stated that this 'other half' is not yourself, but he could possibily be derived from your own... personality. According to the reports, you believe that the 'split' occured when you saw the fate of your wife and child. But I have a question that goes back before that. Before that time, did you commit acts of violence against other people, even if only once?" Without pause she continues, rambling in that Brown-like way, "You're from the Blight, and your people are known to experience acts of violence quite often. Is it possible that the changes in yourself began before this split, and could continue even after you 'defeated' this other half?"

Morcath thinks a long moment on her question. "I suppose that it would require a firmer definition of violence. If you mean did I kill anyone in cold or hot blood, then no. Did I get into a fight in a tavern, yes. I am a gentle man at heart, Sedai. I act only in self-defense."

Morcath says "As for the possibility of the split growing over a period of time.... when I killed him, it seems he left something in my head - his memories. And they do not go back any further than the death of Karyn and Mathias. Not one whisper.""

Noding slightly at the answer, Zephi doesn't sit down and continues to throw out another question, "It is the belief of my people that violence -- no matter how small -- hurts both those who recieve and those who give. This is only an idea, I'm not saying it is what happened, but could there be a possibility that this other self was only formed to explain to the 'good man' you claim to be why you would possibily commit such atrocities? And in order to wipe your mind clean of these crimes, you've precieved killing this other half, so the blame can no longer be placed on youself, so you need not feel guilt towards it."

Morcath shakes his head and says, "No Sedai. It did not happen that way. I do not shirk my responsibilites, no matter how dire they may be."

Dallia looks up from her talk with the two younger Whites at the answer Morcath puts forth. She smooths her shawl before nodding to one of the younger Whites and sitting back again.

Micana glances over toward the group of whites while Rameira maintains the weave she is doing. "You may go now" She quietly prompts.

Zephi frowns thoughtfully, "Perhaps when this is all over I could further study you, Morcath. It would make an interesting book..." then nods and moves to sit back down since it is the White's turn.

Morcath nods at Zehpi's comment and says, "If you think so, Sedai."

Micana glances over toward the group of whites while Rameira maintains the weave she is doing. "You may ask your questions now" She quietly prompts.

Ashlynn nods her head to members of the white, as Micana directs the others. One of the Whites stands and in a cool voice starts, "ou say you have 'his' memories, which will include the murders performed by him. Most 'gentle' men, would be thouroughly disturbed by these memories... and some would even go mad after a while. An honest and good man, with memories of at least twenty deaths in cold blood.. How can you guarantee us you will remain this 'honest and good' man and not create another 'other' to do as much damage?"

A brow raises at the question put to Morcath, and Raemira seems to concentrate even further. Her expression changes little, except for her eyes, which now seem to hold some sort of sympathy, though she does wait to see what the man answers.

Morcath's blue eyes grow incredibly soft now, his face registering sorrow. He says quietly, "I wept for each one of those deaths, Sedai. For each and every one. I will never be rid of the memories, and yes, they hurt." The White dosn't change expression but says, "Sir, that does not answer the question at hand." A few of the other Whites nod along with their sister at her pointing out the 'non' answer.

Morcath says "I can only say that there will not be a 'next time'." He pauses, trying to answer as completely as he can. "But, the only effect the memories have on me is one that causes me to weep. People sentenced to death by a single person without trial. I will not allow that again, not as long as I have breath.""

The White sits down, her question almost completley answered. Dallia speaks quietly to the sister beside her who stands and says just as calm as the first White, "But you allowed it a first time and did not try to stop it. If you could not stop it a first time, how do we know you can stop it a second time?"

Nata listens quietly, hands folded in her lap.

Morcath says "Because I learned his tricks, Sedai. I and I alone own my head now. If I had known tjhe split was there, I would have stopped him before he attacked Weste. I could not allow her to be hurt and that is what alerted me to his presence.""

Morcath says "All I would need is some way to tell there is a split - though I am convinced there will not be - and will take action against it."

The White sister glances down at Dallia who dosn't look at all pleased with that answer but dosn't say anything. The sister sits after no comment form her fellow Whites.

Raemira gives a small nod of her head, then turns her attention to Sionil and those members of the Gray Ajah - seemingly believing that the White Ajah is done. "The members of the Gray may go now, if they are ready."

Sionil rises up out of her chair, and walks slowly down to the center of the room, in her hand a switch, carried from her office, as is normal for the Mistress of Novices to normally do, to Raemira and the rest of the Sedai she says out, "I apologize for my Sister Mydria's absence, but she has given me leave to ask her questions for her." Sionil continues her motion down to the center, and as her arm flows from walking it swits the switch, giving a cracking sound as it goes through the air. The Gray Sedai walks completely around the man, examining every single thread and part of him, she says again "I hear of healing and the killing of this second personality. But you yourself admit that you have murdered twenty people in cold blood. It does not take a degree in law as a Sister of the Gray Ajah to know the penalty for murder,"leaving the mention of a death sentence unsaid," I do not offer my judgment, I only state fact. But are you truely prepaired to submit to that judgement or do you instead come up with this story to save your life?"

Morcath kneels, unflinching. "If I am found guilty of these crimes, then I will submit to the sentence, even if it be my death. All I seek is justice, Sedai. To ask for more is unfair." He pauses a moment, as though collecting an errant thought.

Morcath says "But it seems, at least to me, that not knowing that an act was a crime cannot infer guilt on a person. If one knows it to be illegal to hunt in a certain place and does so, does that sentence that person to as stiff a sentence as one would receive having seen the warning and ignored?"

Morcath says "I did not know that these acts had taken place, even though they were carried out by my own hands. i freely admit that it was these hands that acted, but it was not this mind."

Sionil moves again to the front of the man, her short five foot four inches of height still feeling not minute against the six foot of the 'prisoner' She brings up the switch but only holds it there shaking it at him. "But you know now. You have every memory of killing these twenty people. And as I have told my novices, ignorance of the rules. No matter what the rules are, is no defense. I still have yet to see any proof that all of this is not a farce and completely true. Can you give me that proof? Allegations without proof are not worth the air they are said upon."

Raemira quirks a brow slightly at Morcath's words, " You have just contradicted yourself, I believe. You say you were never aware of those acts, yet you've also said that you remember each one of them. Which is it?"

Morcath says "I was not aware when they were taking place, Mother. It was only after I confronted and defeated the split that I learned of his acts."

Morcath says "As I said, I was left with his memories."

Micana continues to listen and assess the statements and actions.

Morcath looks up at Sionil, seemingly ignoring the switch she holds. (ooc note: he's kneeling and has been all this time) I said before, Sedai... I have only my word. As Mother pointed out, there is no way for you to see inside my head and see the proof.

Sionil snorts "So you have no proof. Thank you." she returns to her seat. Morcath says "And to adress the earlier point, with respect, Sedai. If you learn of a criminal act after it has already taken place, does that implicate you in the crime?"

Sionil turning around "By the Law, if you are an accomplise of a crime, before or after, knowing or unknowing, you are guilty of commiting that crime." Sionil sits down finally

Morcath nods. "I know the Law, Sedai. It does not implicate an innocent bystander who is unwittingly an accessory. A man who becomes a barrier to the Guards simply by accidentally walking into their path, allowing the criminal to flee is not an accomplice."

Raemira turns her attention toward Morcath, "If you were to be placed in my position, as a ruler of a nation, and listend to what was just crossed before you, what would you determine to do with a person accused such as yourself?"

Morcath says simply, "I truly do not know, Mother. To be honest, I might be tempted to laugh the man all the way to the gallows for such a tale. Especially if he had a history of crime and lying. If it were an upstanding man, even the Lieutenant of the Guard, I do not know, Mother." He pauses a moment and says, "Obviously, I hope you will hear the truth in my words, but I fear my case lacks /proof/ and relies solely on my word. The only proof I can suggest - bonding - is too risky to inflict on a willing Aes Sedai. The possiblity that I might be the split must be ever present in that argument. I can onnly assure you, each and every time, that I am whole and hale." He pauses again, weighing something in his expression.

Clarise 's eyes never leave Morcath, and yet hint at nothing as well. She merely watches Morcath without any flicker of emotion. Morcath says in a clear voice, "I swear, by the Light and hope of my salvation and rebirth, that I am Ibn Morcath, not the split personality. I swear by my hope of salvation and rebirth that I, Morcath, killed the split in it's attack on Weste and that I am whole once more."

Micana continues to listen, not much impressed it would seem, one way or the other, from her neutral expression.

Dallia talks quietly to those around her. The Sisters not being very loud.

The Amyrlin remains silent for quite a long time, allowing some of the silence to carry throughoutthe room. "I do not argue that you believe you are Ibn Morcath or that you believe yourself whole, nor do I argue anything else at this point. I merely wished my questions answered, and they were. Whether or not I was satisfied with those answers are an entirely different matter." With that Raemira turns her attention to the others, motioning delicately toward Morcath with one hand, "Most of you know I have been channeling during the entire inquiry. With the weave that I've created..." Which winks out before any others think to touch the source to see it, "... I have felt the arrangement of emotions that this man has been going through. I believe, to some extent, that he fully and truly believes that which he is speaking, and hopes beyond hope that whatever dark forces that were residing within him before are now gone. I, as I've mentioned before, have felt no traces of such things remaining. So, the question remains - what do we do with him."

Clarise mutters to White Ajah Benches, "... memories... his... the... removing... and ensure it does... happen again."

"There are two motions on the floor, I believe. One is to acquit him, and the other is to hold a trial of peers. Please keep in mind that there is no certain way to keep him in line, should we decide to do the first, and we may end up condemning a man that may well be cured should we go with the second." Raemira's eyes take on a serious glint as she observes those sitting within the Hall. "I will hear your votes now."

The sister for the red stands "We vote for a trial"

One of the Whites stand after a breif discussin and says, "We vote for a trail."

The Blue Sitter says as she rises up "The Blue votes for Acquittal"

Ashlynn murmurs more discussion with the Green sisters, eyes moving past all those who are present in the area. She shakes her head at something, asmall frown coming to her features.

Nata hesitates for a long moment. "Since we know of no cure should he fall ill again, or the illness return, and since we can not stand guarrentee for his safety, The yellow ajah feels that a trial of his peers since it is they who are at greatest risk, should be the answer.

"That is three votes, are there any others forthcoming?" Raemira eyes the crowd of Sedai quietly, her eyes taking note of everything and everyone.

Speaking for the Brown Ajah, after conversing with the other Sitters beside her, the same Tinker Sedai stands up, "Amyrlin, the Brown Ajah believes that the most proper and humane course of action would be to move for a trial by peers after a couple weeks of extensive studies, to see if we can find any proof to back up this man's claims or even proof against him." Zephi always being a little long winded when all she would have to say was a simple 'Brown Ajah moves to put him on trial" sits down.

Sionil looks to Ashlynn, waiting a moment for her to speak her ajah's decision before stating the Gray's.

Morcath's face registers mild shock. His shoulders slump slightly and he blinks, shocked.

Ashlynn gracefully rises from her spot amongst the Green Ajah - "Those members of the Green have discussed it in length, we vote for acquittal, under the condition that he become bonded to one of our members." Of course, the Green /would/ suggest that.

Ashlynn's eyes move toward Micana as she speaks this, "We already know of one man, who is not entirely same himself, who serves the Tower. Why can we not have another? Both are equally a danger to themselves and others."

Sionil rises as Ashlynn sits, "By the orders of my Sitter, The Gray Ajah votes for Acquital. Though I would ask the record to state my personal disagreement, I will not disobey my Sitter's orders."

Dallia nods to what one of the White sisters say, her face blank as any good White's should be.

Morcath mouths, "4 to 3"

Micana meets Ashlynn's glance levelly and nods a tiny bit, just enough to be seen. She continues to write on her records steadily.

The reds shake their head "Dare we endanger the tower with another insane man?"

Morcath says simply, quietly, "I am not insane."

"Or else, we should call the Master Gaidin himself in for his negligent acts against some of the trainees, and unwarrented attacks against some of the patrons come to visit the Aes Sedai as petitioners." Ashlynn Sedai continues, crossing her arms before her. A willful look enters her eyes, though privately she flashes Micana one of apology.

The same red comments "Perhaps we should. Hasn't he endangered too many people with his actions. How many of your sisters will he go through before he is put down?"

A frown crosses Raemira's features, "It is not Kelsyn Gaidin who is called into question here, but Lieutenant Morcath. Please, stick to the subject at hand." A vexxed look seems to point in Ashlynn's direction, "Had the Gaidin over stepped his line, he would have been put out of the Tower, or into a cell, by now. I have not heard of any complaints, nor received any reports of his misdeeds from anyone." That, or they've been kept from the Amyrlin.

Morcath kneels his silence, his face stoic.

Micana coolly ignores the comments at first and then starts to respond in an icy biting tone, stopped short by Raemira. Only the whisper of a sibilent exhale can be heard.

Sionil sits and remains quiet and free of comment

Again, Ashlynn gives Micana a look of apology, "I digress, Mother, though merely wished to point out that which others failed to do." With that, the representative standing in for the Sitter retakes her seat.

The sister of the Blue looks to Raemira "Mother unless there is a change of vote, those against the man, still do not have a 2/3rds majority to put forth a trial. Leaving only Acquital."

One of the Whites speak up, "But there is not a 2/3rds majority for Acquital either so where does that leave us?" Whites can be so obtuse at times.

Raemira's gaze briefly travels to the Blue Sister. She listens quietly to the words being spoken by the member of her former Ajah. Briefly, she leans in toward Micana and confers with her. She mutters to Micana, "... and... and seek your advice.... Ashlynn Sedai... saying, and... disagree... believe... trial?"

The Blue sister responds "Then it is for the Amyrlin to decide his fate." what loyalty from the original Ajah of the Amyrlin Seat.

Micana holds the Amyrlin Seat's gaze for a long moment. She mutters to Raemira, "... that... his... to... family,... kept... survaylence... one... him. Let... again... sentence?... none accept him, then..."

Raemira nods her head quietly as she considers Micana's words. She rises, in a most formal manner, "Then I shall decide. Lieutenant Morcath, you yourself said that you would willingly sumbit to anything the Tower would place before you, correct?"

Morcath nods. "I will, Mother."

"Then..." The Amyrlin begins, her voice taking on a formal, monotone note, "I decree that you be acquitted of your actions, under the condition presented forth by the Green Ajah. That condition being that you willingly bond to a member of the Tower to make certain that you do not act in such a manner once more. If, after a certain period of time, that conditionining remains met - you will be given the option to dissolve the bond and continue to live a normal life. If, however, the Aes Sedai you are bonded to during that predetermined time senses any sort of darkness or evil returning within your person, you will remain bonded to her. A member of the Tower must be willing to bond you at the end of one week's time, else a trial will commence."

Morcath nods, a relieved smile breaking across his face. "Thank you Mother. I accept your conditions."

Raemira adds, eyes scanning the group, "Furthermore, the Aes Sedai who is willing to bond you must meet the traditions and guidelines set forth by her Ajah. If she already has a bond, and is not a member of the Green Ajah, the willing participant may not take on a second bond."

Micana mutters to Raemira, "... help... Sedai... may... preferable."

Raemira nods her head gently, keeping her voice low for her Keeper's ears only, She mutters to Micana, "... particularly since members... Ajah... however... cannot... off... for bonding the... there... interested... does no..."

Nata looks to the side, her expression changing so it indicates more clearly than words 'he has little choice in accepting such conditions'.

"Until such a time I am informed that someone has chosen to bond you, Lieutenant, you will be returned to your cell - though be given leave to take breaks to stretch your limbs, as previously ordered." The Amyrlin turns her gaze steadily upon Morcath, a no-nonsense expression creasing upon her features.

Morcath nods. "As you command, Mother."

Raemira glances about the Hall, then to Micana briefly,"I hereby call this meeting to an end." Thus, signalling whatever ceremony which proceeds the ending of the meeting.

Clarise stands, and nods to Dallia. She glances once more at Morcath, before heading towards the doors.

Morcath remains kneeling as the Sedai leave.

The guards come forth to take Morcath back to his cell.

Micana rises and taps the staff formally against the floor even as the Aes Sedai begin to withdraw.

Mydria rises from her seat and turns to leave the hall.

Nata waits for a long few moments and finally rises. She looks toward Ashlynn ans speaks in a soft tone. "I lodge no complaint against Kelsyn. I heal no more of his injuries and no worse than of Owen or Yurinar used to give. Don't know about the others, Sister" She offers in a friendly tone that simply explains, does not challenge in any manner.

Ashlynn nods her head to Nata, "I lodge no complaint against him either, but there are those who wanted the information pointed out. I am glad to see that it swayed the final decision somewhat, even if the outcome has a limit of time to route itself out."

Nata says "We shall see, Sister. I for one, am not willing to take him even if I could bond another. Oh, did I tell you we made some progress on some of the tiles? Discovered that mixed weaves of particular sorts link groups of them. And we discovered something else, that one of the tiles has a sketch just like it in a book which...the owner refused to let us have access to then was apparently stollen."

"Intersting..." Is all Ashlynn states as she rises from her seat and starts to make her way to the door, "Would you mind if sometime later I came to look over the tiles once more? Perhaps I can add some insight that others have not."

Dallia stands and leaves, after being very quiet for a very long time.

Nata says "Would be glad of any help you can render, Sister. You would be welcome." Nata gathers herself. "Now, time for me to rest a while.""