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； hiding all those Trollocs。 Not that I am saying anyone knew the Trollocs were there。〃 The double loop wobbled； and he quickly went back to a circle。 Light； he was exhausted。 〃You'd think one of the High Lords would have asked； though。〃
The two young men frowned thoughtfully at one another； and Thom smiled to himself。 Another seed planted； just that easily； if clumsily as well。 Another rumor started； whatever they knew for a fact about who had charge of the docks。 And rumors spread … a rumor like this would not stop short of the city … so it was another small wedge of suspicion driven between moners and nobles。 Who would the moners turn to； except the man they knew the nobles hated？ The man who had saved the Stone from Shadowspawn。 Rand al'Thor。 The Lord Dragon。
It was time to leave what he had sown。 If the roots had taken hold here； nothing he said now could pull them loose； and he had scattered other seeds this night。 But it would not do for anyone to discover he was the one doing the planting。 〃They fought bravely last night； the High Lords did。 Why； I saw。。。〃 He trailed off as the women leaped to their mopping and the men grabbed up the chest and hurried away。
〃I can find work for gleemen； too；〃 the majhere's voice said behind him。 〃Idle hands are idle hands。〃
He turned gracefully； considering his leg； and swept her a deep bow。 The top of her head was below his shoulder； but she probably weighed half again what he did。 She had a face like an anvil … not improved by the bandage around her temples … an extra chin； and deep…set eyes like chips of black flint。 〃A good morning to you； gracious lady。 A small token of this fresh； new day。〃
He gestured with a flurry of hands and tucked a golden yellow sunburst blossom； only a little bedraggled for its time up his sleeve； into the gray hair above her bandage。 She snatched the flower right out again； of course； and eyed it suspiciously； but that was just as he wanted。 He put three limping strides into her moment of hesitation； and when she shouted something after him； he neither listened nor slowed。
Horrible woman； he thought。 If we had turned her loose on the Trollocs； she'd have had them all sweeping and mopping。
He yawned behind a hand； jaws creaking。 He was too old for this。 He was tired； and his knee was a knot of pain。 Nights with no sleep； battles； plotting。 Too old。 He should be living quietly on a farm somewhere。 With chickens。 Farms always had chickens。 And sheep。 They must not be difficult to look after； shepherds seemed to loll about and play the pipes all the time。 He would play the harp； of course； not pipes。 Or his flute； weather was not good for the harp。 And there would be a town nearby； with an inn where he could amaze the patrons in the mon room。 He flourished his cloak as he passed two servants。 The only point in wearing it in this heat was to let people know he was a gleeman。 They perked up at the sight of him； of course； hoping he might pause to entertain for a moment。 Most gratifying。 Yes； a farm had its virtues。 A quiet place。 No people to bother him。 As long as there was a town close by。
Pushing open the door to his room； he stopped in his tracks。 Moiraine straightened as if she had a perfect right to be going through the papers scattered on his table and calmly arranged her skirts as she sat on the stool。 Now there was a beautiful woman； with every grace a man could want； including laughing at his quips。 Fool！ Old fool！ She's Aes Sedai； and you're too tired to think straight。
〃A good morning to you； Moiraine Sedai；〃 he said； hanging his cloak on a peg。 He avoided looking at his writing case； still sitting under the table where he had left it。 No point in letting her know it was important。 Probably no point in checking after she went； for that matter； she could have channeled the lock open and closed again； and he would never be able to tell。 Weary as he was； he could not even remember whether he had left anything incriminating in the case。 Or anywhere else； for that matter。 Everything he could see in the room was right where it belonged。 He did not think he could have been foolish enough to leave anything out。 Doors in the servants' quarters had no locks or latches。 〃I would offer you a refreshing drink； but I fear I have nothing but water。〃
〃I am not thirsty；〃 she said in a pleasant； melodious voice。 She leaned forward； and the room was small enough for her to place a hand on his right knee。 A chill tingle rippled through him。 〃I wish a good Healer had been near when this happened。 It is too late now； I regret。〃
〃A dozen Healers would not have been enough；〃 he told her。 〃A Halfman did it。〃
〃I know。〃
What else does she know？ he wondered。 Turning to pull his lone chair out from behind the table； he bit back an oath。 He felt as if he had had a good night's sleep； and the pain was gone from his knee。 His limp remained； but the joint was more limber than it had been since he was injured。 The woman didn't even ask if I wanted it。 Burn me； what is she after？ He refused to flex the leg。 If she would not ask； he would not acknowledge her gift。
〃An interesting day； yesterday；〃 she said as he sat down。
〃I'd not call Trollocs and Halfmen interesting；〃 he said dryly。
〃I did not mean them。 Earlier。 The High Lord Carleon dead in a hunting accident。 His good friend Tedosian apparently mistook him for a boar。 Or perhaps a deer。〃
〃I hadn't heard。〃 He kept his voice calm。 Even if she had found the note； she could not have traced it to him。 Carleon himself would have thought it by his own hand。 He did not think she could have； but he reminded himself again that she was Aes Sedai。 As if he needed any reminding； with that smooth pretty face across from him； those serene dark eyes watching him full of all his secrets。 〃The servants' quarters are full of gossip； but I seldom listen。〃
〃Do you not？〃 she murmured mildly。 〃Then you will not have heard that Tedosian fell ill not an hour after returning to the Stone； directly after his wife gave him a goblet of wine to wash away the dust of the hunt。 It is said he wept when he learned that she means to tend him herself； and feed him with her own hands。 No doubt tears of joy at her love。 I hear she has vowed not to leave his side until he can rise again。 Or until he dies。〃
She knew。 How； he could not say； but she knew。 But why was she revealing it to him？ 〃A tragedy；〃 he said； matching her bland tone。 〃Rand will need all the loyal High Lords he can find； I suppose。〃
〃Carleon and Tedosian were hardly loyal。 Even to each other； it seems。 They led the faction that want to kill Rand and try to forget he ever lived。〃
〃Do you say so？ I pay little attention to such things。 The works of the mighty are not for a simple gleeman。〃
Her smile was just short of laughter； but she spoke as if reading from a page。 〃Thomdril Merrilin。 Called the Gray Fox； once； by some who knew him； or knew of him。 Court…bard at the Royal Palace of Andor in Caemlyn。 Morgase's lover for a time； after Taringail died。 Fortunate for Morgase； Taringail's death。 I do not suppose she ever learned he meant her to die and himself to be Andor's first king。 But we were speaking of Thom Merrilin； a man who； it was said； could play the Game of Houses in his sleep。 It is a shame that such a man calls himself a simple gleeman。 But such arrogance to keep the same name。〃
Thom masked his shock with an effort。 How much did she know？ Too much if she knew not another word。 But she was not the only one with knowledge。 〃Speaking of names；〃 he said levelly； 〃it is remarkable how much can be puzzled out from a name。 Moiraine Damodred。 The Lady Moiraine of House Damodred； in Cairhien。 Taringail's youngest half…sister。 King Laman's niece。 And Aes Sedai； let us not forget。 An Aes Sedai aiding the Dragon Reborn since before she could have known that he was more than just another poor fool who could channel。 An Aes Sedai with connections high in the White Tower； I would say； else she'd not risk what she has。 Someone in the Hall of the Tower？ More than one； I'd say； it would have to be。 News of that would shake the world。 But why should there be trouble？ Perhaps it's best to leave an old gleeman tucked away in his hole in the servants' quarters。 Just an old gleeman playing his harp and telling his tales。 Tales that harm no one。〃
If he had managed to stagger her even a fraction； she did not show it。 〃Speculation without facts is always dangerous；〃 she said calmly。 〃I do not use my House name； by choice。 House Damodred had a deservedly unpleasant reputation before Laman cut down Avendoraldera and lost the throne and his life for it。 Since the Aiel War； it has grown worse； also deservedly。〃
Would nothing shake the woman？ 〃What do you want of me？〃 he demanded irritably。
She did not as much as blink。 〃Elayne and Nynaeve take ship for Tanchico today。 A dangerous city； Tanchico。 Your knowledge and skills might keep them alive。〃
So that was it。 She wanted to separate him from Rand； leave the boy naked to her manipulations。 〃As you say； Tanchico is dangerous now； but then it always was。 I wish the young women