All is quiet within the room as well. Moiraine is at her desk, bent over her books in study, lips moving silently as she reads:

So when the King had set his banner broad,
At once from either side, with trumpet-blast,
And shouts, and clarions shrilling unto blood,
The long-lanced battle let their horses run.
And now the Barons and the kings prevailed,
And now the King, as here and there that war
Went swaying; but the Powers who walk the world
Made lightnings and great thunders over him,
And dazed all eyes,...

Her head jerks up at the sound of the double knock. Moiraine rises and glides to the door, calling out,

"Who is it?"