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f anything of value； even clothes and boots。 She wished she knew how they had discovered her identity； but there was no way to bring one along to find out。 They were definitely going to have bodyguards from now on； no matter what Nynaeve said。
Egeanin might not have been hesitant； but she was uneasy。 Elayne could see it in her eyes as they wove through the crowd。 〃You saw； didn't you？〃 she asked。 The woman missed a step； all the confirmation Elayne needed； and she added hurriedly； 〃We won't harm you。 Certainly not after you came to our rescue。〃 Again she had to spit out her veil。 Nynaeve did not seem to have that problem。 〃You needn't frown at me； Nynaeve。 She saw what I did。〃
〃I know that；〃 Nynaeve said dryly。 〃And it was the right thing to do。 But we are not snug in your mother's palace tucked away from prying ears。〃 Her gesture took in the people around them。 Between Egeanin's staff and their staves； most were giving them a wide berth。 To Egeanin she said； 〃The larger part of any rumors you may have heard are not true。 Few of them are。 You need not be afraid of us； but you can understand there are matters we do not care to speak of here。〃
〃Afraid of you？〃 Egeanin looked startled。 〃I had not thought I should be。 I will keep silent until you wish to speak。〃 She was as good as her word； they walked on in silence through the murmurs of the crowd all the way back down the peninsula to the Three Plum Court。 All this walking was making Elayne's feet ache。
A handful of men and women sat in the mon room despite the early hour； nursing their wine or ale。 The woman with her hammered dulcimer was being acpanied by a thin man playing a flute that sounded as reedy as he was。 Juilin sat at a table near the door； smoking a short…stemmed pipe。 He had not returned from his nightly foray when they left。 Elayne was glad to see that for once he did not have a new bruise or cut； what he called the underside of Tanchico seemed even rougher than the face the city presented to the world。 His one concession to Tanchican dress had been to replace his flat straw hat with one of those dark conical felt caps； which he wore perched on the back of his head。
〃I have found them；〃 he said； popping up from his bench and snatching off his cap； before he saw they were not alone。 He gave Egeanin a hooded look and a small bow； she returned it with an inclination of her head and a look just as guarded。
〃You've found them？〃 Nynaeve exclaimed。 〃Are you sure？ Speak； man。 Have you swallowed your tongue？〃 And her with her warnings about talking in front of other people。
〃I should have said I found where they were。〃 He did not look at Egeanin again； but he chose his words carefully。 〃The woman with the white stripe in her hair led me to a house where she was staying with a number of other women； though few were ever seen outside。 The locals thought they were rich escapees from the countryside。 Little remains now save a few scraps of food in the pantry … even the servants are gone … but from one thing and another I would say they left late yesterday or early last night。 I doubt they have any fear of the night in Tanchico。〃
Nynaeve had a fistful of her narrow braids in a white…knuckled grip。 〃You went inside？〃 she said in a very level voice。 Elayne thought she was an inch from raising the stave dangling at her side。
Juilin seemed to think so； too。 Eyeing the stave； he said； 〃You know very well I take no risks with them。 An empty house has a look about it； a feel； no matter how big。 You cannot chase thieves as long as I have without learning to see as they do。〃
〃And if you had triggered a trap？〃 Nynaeve almost hissed the words。 〃Does your grand talent for feeling things extend to traps？〃 Juilin's dark face went a little gray； he wet his lips as if to explain or defend himself； but she cut him off。 〃We will talk of this later； Master Sandar。〃 Her eyes shifted slightly toward Egeanin； finally she had remembered there were other ears there to hear。 〃Tell Rendra we will take tea in the Falling Blossoms Room。〃
〃Chamber of Falling Blossoms；〃 Elayne corrected softly； and Nynaeve shot her a look。 Juilin's news had left the older woman in a bad humor。
He bowed deeply with his hands spread。 〃As you mand； Mistress al'Meara； so I obey from the heart；〃 he said wryly； then stuck his dark cap back on top of his head and stalked off； his back eloquently indignant。 It must be unfortable to find yourself taking orders from someone with whom you had once tried to flirt。
〃Fool man！〃 Nynaeve growled。 〃We should have left both of them on the dock in Tear。〃
〃He is your servant？〃 Egeanin said slowly。
〃Yes；〃 Nynaeve snapped； just as Elayne said； 〃No。〃
They looked at each other； Nynaeve still frowning。
〃Perhaps he is； in a way；〃 Elayne sighed； right on top of Nynaeve's muttered； 〃I suppose he is not； at that。〃
〃I。。。see；〃 Egeanin said。
Rendra came bustling between the tables with a smile on her rosebud lips behind her veil。 Elayne wished she did not look so much like Liandrin。 〃Ah。 You are so pretty this morning。 Your dresses； they are magnificent。 Beautiful。〃 As if the honey…haired woman had not had as much to do with choosing the fabric and cut as they。 Her own was red enough for a Tinker and definitely not suitable for public。 〃But you have been foolish again； yes？ That is why the fine Juilin； he wears the large scowl。 You should not worry him so。〃 A twinkle in her big brown eyes said Juilin had found someone for his flirting。 〃e。 You will take your tea in the cool and the privacy； and if you must go out again； you will allow me to provide the bearers and the guards； yes？ The pretty Elayne would not have lost so many purses if you were properly guarded。 But we will not talk of such things now。 Your tea； it is nearly prepared。 e。〃 It had to be a learned skill； that was how Elayne saw it； you must have to learn how to talk without eating your veil。
The Chamber of Falling Blossoms； located down a short corridor off the mon room； was a small； windowless room with a low table and carved chairs with red seat cushions。 Nynaeve and Elayne took their meals there with Thom or Juilin or both； when Nynaeve was not in a taking at them。 The plastered brick walls； painted with a veritable grove of plum trees and a namesake shower of flowers were thick enough to preclude any eavesdropping。 Elayne practically tore her veil off and tossed the filmy scrap on the table before sitting； even Taraboner women did not try to eat or drink wearing the things。 Nynaeve merely unfastened hers from her hair on one side。
Rendra kept up her chatter while they were being served； her topics bouncing from a new seamstress who could sew them dresses in the newest style from the thinnest imaginable silk … she suggested Egeanin try the woman； getting a level look for reply； it did not faze her even a trifle … to why they should listen to Juilin since the city was just too dangerous for a woman to go out alone now even in daylight； to a scented soap that would put the finest sheen on their hair。 Elayne sometimes wondered how the woman ran such a successful inn when she seemed to think of nothing but her hair and her clothes。 That she did was obvious； it was the how that puzzled Elayne。 Of course； she did wear pretty clothes； just not entirely suitable。 The servant who brought the tea and blue porcelain cups and tiny cakes on a tray was the slender； dark…eyed young man who had kept filling Elayne's winecup on that very embarrassing night。 And had tried again more than once； though she had privately vowed never again to drink more than a single cup。 A handsome man； but she gave him her coolest stare； so that he hurried from the room gladly。
Egeanin watched quietly until Rendra left； too。 〃You are not what I expected；〃 she said then； balancing her cup on her fingertips in an odd way。 〃The innkeeper babbles of frivolities as if you were her sisters and as foolish as she； and you allow it。 The dark man … he is a servant of sorts； I think … mocks you。 That serving boy stares with open hunger in his eyes； and you allow it。 You are。。。 Aes Sedai； are you not？〃 Without waiting for an answer； she shifted her sharp blue eyes to Elayne。 〃And you are of the。。。 You are nobly born。 Nynaeve spoke of your mother's palace。〃
〃Such things do not count for very much in the White Tower；〃 Elayne told her ruefully； hastily brushing cake crumbs from her chin。 It was very spicy cake； almost sharp。 〃If a。 queen went there to learn； she would have to scrub floors like any other novice and jump when she was told。〃
Egeanin nodded slowly。 〃So that is how you rule。 By ruling the rulers。 Do。。。 many。。。 queens go to be trained so？〃
〃None that I know of。〃 Elayne laughed。 〃Though it is our tradition in Andor for the Daughter…Heir to go。 A good many noblewomen go； really； though they usually do not want it known and most leave having failed to even sense the True Source。 It was only an example。〃
〃You are also of the。。。 a noble？〃 Egeanin asked； and Nynaeve snorted。
〃My mother was a farmwife； and my father herded sheep and farmed tabac。 Few where I e from can make do without