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an Sulwin's friends。 At least a quarter of the people he saw were hard at work clearing wagons of everything but food or water。
〃Do not try to stop us；〃 Sulwin cautioned。
Adan made his fist loosen again。 〃You are not Aiel；〃 he said。 〃You betray everything。 Whatever you are； you are no longer Aiel！〃
〃We keep the Way of the Leaf as well as you； Adan。〃
〃Go！〃 Adan shouted。 〃Go！ You are not Aiel！ You are lost！ Lost！ I do not want to look at you！ Go！〃 Sulwin and the others stumbled in their haste to get away from him。
His heart sank lower as he surveyed the wagons； and the dead lying among the litter。 So many dead； so many wounded moaning as they were tended。 Sulwin and his lost ones were taking some care in their unloading。 The men with the swords had broken open crates until they realized there was no gold inside； no food。 Food was more precious than gold。 Adan studied the stone doorframe； tumbled piles of stone figurines； odd shapes in crystal standing among the potted chora cuttings Sulwin's folk had no use for。 Was there a use for any of it？ Was this what they were being faithful for？ If it was； then so be it。 Some could be saved。 There was no way to tell what Aes Sedai might consider most important； but some could be saved。
He saw Maigran and Lewin clutching their mother's skirts。 He was glad Saralin was alive to look after them； his last son； her husband； the children's father； had died from the very first arrow that morning。 Some could be saved。 He would save the Aiel； whatever it took。
Kneeling； he gathered Siedre in his arms。 〃We are still faithful； Aes Sedai；〃 he whispered。 〃How long must we be faithful？〃 Putting his head down on his wife's breast； he wept。
Tears stung Rand's eyes； silently； he mouthed； 〃Siedre。〃 The Way of the Leaf？ That was no Aiel belief。 He could not think dearly； he could hardly think at all。 The lights spun faster and faster。 Beside him； Muradin's mouth was open in a soundless howl； the Aiel's eyes bulged as if witnessing the death of everything。 They stepped forward together。
Jonai stood at the edge of the cliff staring out westward over the sun…sparkled water。 A hundred leagues in that direction lay elle。 Had lain elle。 elle had clung to the mountains overlooking the sea。 A hundred leagues west； where the sea now ran。 If Alnora were still alive； perhaps it would have been easier to take。 Without her dreams； he scarcely knew where to go or what to do。 Without her； he hardly cared to live。 He felt every gray hair as he turned to trudge back to the wagons； waiting a mile away。 Fewer wagons； now； and showing wear。 Fewer people； too； a handful of thousands where there had been tens。 But too many for the remaining wagons。 No one rode now save children too small to walk。
Adan met him at the first wagon； a tall young man； his blue eyes too wary。 Jonai always expected to see Willim if he looked around quickly enough。 But Willim had been sent away； of course； years ago； when he began to channel no matter how hard he tried to stop。 The world had too many men channeling； still； they had to send away boys who showed the signs。 They had to。 But he wished he had his children back。 When had Esole died？ So little to be laid in a hastily dug hole； wasted with sickness there was no Aes Sedai to Heal。
〃There are Ogier； father；〃 Adan said excitedly。 Jonai suspected his son had always thought his stories of the Ogier were just that； stories。 〃They came from the north。〃
It was a bedraggled band Adan led him to； no more than fifty in number； hollow…cheeked； sad…eyed； tufted ears drooping。 He had bee accustomed to his own people's drawn faces and worn； patched clothing； but seeing the same on Ogier shocked him。 Yet he had people to care for； and duties to discharge for the Aes Sedai。 How long since he had seen an Aes Sedai？ Just after Alnora died。 Too late for Alnora。 The woman had Healed the sick who still lived； taken some of the sa'angreal； and gone on her way； laughing bitterly when he asked her where there was a place of safety。 Her dress had been patched； and worn at the hem。 He was not sure she had been sane。 She claimed one of the Forsaken was only partly trapped； or maybe not at all； Ishamael still touched the world； she said。 She had to be as mad as the remaining male Aes Sedai。
He pulled his mind back to the Ogier as they stood； unsteady on their great legs。 His thoughts wandered too much since Alnora's death。 They had bread and bowls in their hands。 He was shocked to feel a prick of anger that someone had shared their meager stock of food。 How many of his people could eat on what fifty Ogier could consume？ No。 To share was the way。 To give freely。 A hundred people？ Two hundred？
〃You have chora cuttings；〃 one of the Ogier said。 His thick fingers gently brushed the trefoil leaves of the two potted plants tied to the side of a wagon。
〃Some；〃 Adan said curtly。 〃They die； but the old folk keep new cuttings before they do。〃 He had no time for trees。 He had a people to look after。 〃How bad is it in the north？〃
〃Bad；〃 an Ogier woman replied。 〃The Blighted Lands have grown southward； and there are Myrddraal and Trollocs。〃
〃I thought they were all dead。〃 Not north； then。 They could not turn north。 South？ The Sea of Jeren lay ten days south。 Or did it； any longer？ He was tired。 So tired。
〃You have e from the east？〃 another Ogier asked。 He wiped his bowl with a heel of bread and gulped it down。 〃How is it to the east？〃
〃Bad；〃 Jonai replied。 〃Perhaps not so bad for you； though。 Ten … no； twelve days ago； some people took a third of our horses before we could escape。 We had to abandon wagons。〃 That pained him。 Wagons left behind； and what was in them。 The things the Aes Sedai had placed in Aiel charge； abandoned。 That it was not the first time only made it worse。 〃Almost everyone we meet takes things； whatever they want。 Perhaps they will not be so with Ogier； though。〃
〃Perhaps；〃 an Ogier woman said as if she did not believe it。 Jonai was not certain he did either； there was no safe place。 〃Do you know where any of the stedding are？〃
Jonai stared at her。 〃No。 No； I do not。 But surely you can find the stedding。〃
〃We have run so far； so long；〃 an Ogier back in the huddle said； and another added in a mournful rumble； 〃The land has changed so much。〃
〃I think we must find a stedding soon or die；〃 the first Ogier woman said。 〃I feel a。。。 longing。。。 in my bones。 We must find a stedding。 We must。〃
〃I cannot help you；〃 Jonai said sadly。 He felt a tightness in his chest。 The land changed beyond knowing； changing still so the plain traveled last year might be mountains this。 The Blighted Lands growing。 Myrddraal and Trollocs still alive。 People stealing； people with faces like animals； people who did not recognize Da'shain or know them。 He could barely breathe。 The Ogier； lost。 The Aiel； lost。 Everything lost。 The tightness broke in pain； and he sank to his knees； doubled over； clutching his chest。 A fist held his heart； squeezing。
Adan knelt beside him worriedly。 〃Father； what is it？ What is the matter？ What can I do？〃
Jonai managed to seize his son's frayed collar and pull his face close。 〃Take … the people … south。〃 He had to force the words out between spasms that seemed to be ripping his heart out。
〃Father； you are the one who …〃
〃Listen。 Listen！ Take them … south。 Take … the Aiel … to safety。 Keep … the Covenant。 Guard … what the Aes Sedai … gave us … until they … e for it。 The Way … of the Leaf。 You must …〃 He had tried。 Solinda Sedai must understand that。 He had tried。 Alnora。
Alnora。 The name faded； the pain in Rand's chest loosened。 No sense。 It made no sense。 How could these people be Aiel？
The columns flashed in blinding pulses。 The air stirred； swirling。
Beside him； Muradin's mouth stretched wide in an effort to scream。 The Aiel clawed at his veil； clawed at his face； leaving deep bloody scratches。
Forward。
Jonai hurried down the empty streets； trying not to look at shattered buildings and dead chora trees。 All dead。 At least the last of the long abandoned jo…cars had been hauled away。 Aftershocks still troubled the ground beneath his feet。 He wore his work clothes； his cadin'sor； of course； though the work he had been given was nothing he had been trained for。 He was sixty…three； in the prime of life； not yet old enough for gray hairs； but he felt a tired old man。
No one questioned his entering the Hall of the Servants； there was no one at the great columned entrance to question anyone； or give greeting。 Plenty of people darted about inside； arms filled with papers or boxes； eyes anxious； but none so much as looked at him。 There was a feel of panic about them； and it grew by increments every time the ground shook。 Distressed； he crossed the anteroom and trotted up the broad stairs。 Mud stained the silvery white elstone。 No one could spare time。 Perhaps no one cared。
There was no need to knock at the door he sought。 Not one of the great gilded doors to an ingathering hall； but a door plain and unobtrusive。 He slipped in quietly； though； and was gla