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ointed lances down。 They wore baggy white breeches and green coats； and the gold cords on the officer's helmet glittered。 With a collective shout； a hundred or more of Tylin's soldiers hurled themselves toward the city's attackers。 They outnumbered the Seanchan in front of them by at least two to one。
〃Bloody fools；〃 Mat muttered。 〃Not like that。 That sul'dam will … 〃
The only movement among the Seanchan was the woman in the lightning…marked dress raising her hand to point； as one might launch a hawk； or send off a hound。 The golden…haired woman at the other end of the silvery leash took a small step forward。 The foxhead medallion cooled against his chest。
Underneath the head of the Ebou Dari charge； the street suddenly erupted； paving stones and men and horses flying into the air with a deafening roar。 The concussion knocked Mat flat on his back； or maybe it was the way the ground seemed to leap from under his feet。 He pulled himself up in time to see the front of an inn across the way suddenly collapse into the street in a cloud of dust； exposing the rooms within。
Men and horses lay everywhere； pieces of men and horses； those still alive thrashing； around a hole in the ground half as wide as the street。 Screams from the wounded filled the air。 Fewer than half the Ebou Dari staggered to then feet； dazed and stumbling。 Some seized up the reins of horses as wobbly…legged as they； heaving themselves into saddles； kicking the animals into some semblance of a run。 Others just ran afoot。 All away from the Seanchan。 Steel they could face； but not this。
Running； Mat realized； seemed a particularly fine idea right then。 A glance back down the alley showed dust and rubble piled at least a story high。 He darted down the street ahead of the fleeing Ebou Dari； keeping as close to the walls as possible； hoping none of the Seanchan would think he was one of Tylin's soldiers。 He should never have worn a green coat。
The sul'dam apparently was not satisfied。 The foxhead went cool again； and from behind another roar hammered him to the pavement； pavement that jumped up to meet him。 Through the ringing in his ears； he heard masonry groan。 Above him； the white…plastered brick wall began leaning outward。
〃What happened to my bloody luck？〃 he shouted。 He had time for that。 And just time to realize； as brick and timbers crashed down on him； that the dice in his head had just stopped dead。
Chapter 40
（Spears and Shield）
Spears
Mountains rose all around Galina Casban； little more than large hills behind but snowcapped peaks ahead and higher peaks beyond those； yet she really saw none of them。 The stones of the slope bruised her bare feet。 She panted； lungs laboring already。 The sun baked overhead as it had for seemingly endless days； burning the sweat out of her in rivers。 Anything other than putting one foot in front of the other seemed beyond her。 Strange that with all the sweat ing out of her； she could not find any moisture in her mouth。
She had been Aes Sedai fewer than ninety years； her long black hair untouched as yet by gray； but for nearly twenty of those she had been head of the Red Ajah … called the Highest by other Red sisters； in private； considered by other Reds equal to the Amyrlin Seat … and for all but five of the years she had worn the shawl； she had been of the Black Ajah； in truth。 Not to the exclusion of her duties as a Red； but superior to them。 Her place on the Supreme Council of the Black Ajah was next to that of Alviarin herself； and she was one of only three who knew the name of the woman who led their hooded meetings。 She could speak any name in those meetings … a king's … and know that name belonged to the dead。 It had happened； with a king and with a queen。 She had helped to break two Amyrlins； twice helped turn the most powerful woman in the world into a squealing wretch eager to tell all she knew； had helped make it seem that one of those had died in her sleep and had seen the other deposed and stilled。 Such things were a duty； like the need to exterminate men with the ability to channel； not actions she took pleasure in beyond that of tasks well done； but she had enjoyed leading the circle that stilled Siuan Sanche。 Surely all those things meant that Galina Casban was herself among the mightiest of the world； among the most powerful。 Surely they did。 They must。
Her legs wavered like springs that had lost their tempering； and she fell heavily； unable to catch herself with arms and elbows tightly bound behind her。 The once…white silk shift； the only garment left to her； tore again as she slid on the loose rocks； scraping her welts。 A tree stopped her。 Face pressed against the ground； she began to sob。 〃How？〃 she moaned in a thick voice。 〃How can this happen to me？〃
After a time she realized that she had not been pulled to her feet； no matter how often she fell； she had never before been allowed a moment's respite。 Blinking away tears； she raised her head。
Aiel women covered the mountainside； several hundred of them scattered among the barren trees with their spears； the veils they could raise in an instant hanging down their chests。 Galina wanted to laugh。 Maidens； they called these monstrous women Maidens。 She wished she could laugh。 At least there were no men present； a small mercy。 Men made her skin crawl； and if one could see her now； less than half…clothed。。。
Anxiously； her eyes sought for Therava； but most of the seventy or so Wise Ones stood together looking at something farther up the slope； blocking her view。 There seemed to be a murmur of voices from the front of them。 Maybe the Wise Ones were conferring about something。 Wise Ones。 They had been brutally efficient in teaching her the correct names； never just Aiel woman； and never wilder。 They could smell contempt however she hid it。 Of course； you did not have to try hiding what had been seared out of you。
Most of the Wise Ones were looking away； but not all。 The glow of saidar surrounded a young； pretty； red…haired woman with a delicate mouth who watched Galina with large； intent blue eyes。 Perhaps as a sign of their own disdain； they had chosen the weakest of their number to shield her this morning。 Micara was not truly weak in the Power … none of them were that … but even smarting from shoulders to knees as she was； Galina could have broken Micara's shield with little effort。 A muscle in her cheek spasmed uncontrollably； it always did when she thought of another escape attempt。 The first had been bad enough。 The second。。。 Shuddering； she fought not to sob again。 She would not make the attempt again until she was sure of plete success。 Very sure。 Absolutely sure。
The mass of Wise Ones parted； turning to follow Therava with their eyes as the hawk…faced woman strode toward Galina。 Suddenly panting once more； with apprehension； Galina tried to struggle to her feet。 Hands bound and muscles watery； she had only reached her knees when Therava bent over her； necklaces of ivory and gold clattering softly。 Seizing a handful of Galina's hair； Therava forced her head back sharply。 Taller than most men； the woman did that even when they were standing； craning Galina's neck painfully to make her look up into the Wise One's face。 Therava was somewhat stronger in the Power than she； which relatively few women were； but that was not what made Galina tremble。 Cold deep blue eyes stabbed into her own； held her more tightly than Therava's rough hand； they seemed to strip her soul naked as easily as the Wise One handled her。 She had not begged yet； not when they made her walk all day with hardly a drop of water； not when they forced her to keep up as they ran for hours； not even when their switches made her howl。 Therava's cruel hard face； staring down at her impassively； made her want to beg。 Sometimes she woke at night； stretched out tight between the four stakes where they bound her； woke whimpering from dreams that her whole life would be lived under Therava's hands。
〃She is collapsing already；〃 the Wise One said in a voice like stone。 〃Water her； and bring her。〃 Turning away； she adjusted her shawl； Galina Casban forgotten until there was need to recall her； to Therava； Galina Casban was less important than a stray dog。
Galina did not try to rise； she had been 〃watered〃 often enough by now。 It was the only way they let her drink。 Aching for moisture； she did not resist when a blocky Maiden took her by the hair as Therava had and pulled her head back。 She just opened her mouth as far as she could。 Another Maiden； with a puckered scar slanting across nose and cheek； tilted a waterskin and slowly poured a trickle into Galina's waiting mouth。 The water was flat and warm； it was delicious。 She swallowed convulsively； awkwardly； holding her jaws wide。 Almost as much as water to drink； she wanted to move her face under that thin stream； to let it run over her cheeks and forehead。 Instead she kept her head very steady； so that every drop went down her throat。 Spilling water was cause for another beating； they had thrashed her in sight of a creek six paces wide for spilling a mouthful over her chin。
When the waterskin was finally taken away；