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win and over two hundred of his mounted Cairhienin armsmen； and Lord Lieutenant Havien Nurelle with all that remained of his Mayeners aside from the guards on the Warders。 Con with two white diamonds on blue picked out the Cairhienin officers； all but Dobraine himself； and the Mayeners' red armor and red…streamered lances made a brave show amid the carnage； but Dobraine was not the only one who held a cloth to his nose。 Here and there a man leaned from the saddle trying to empty a stomach already emptied earlier。 Mazrim Taim； almost as tall as Rand； was afoot in his black coat with the blue…and…gold Dragons climbing the sleeves； and maybe a hundred more of the Asha'man。 Some of them heaved up their bellies； too。 There were Maidens by the score； more siswai'aman than Cairhienin and Mayeners and Asha'man bined； and several dozen Wise Ones to boot。 All supposedly in case the Shaido returned； or perhaps in case some of the dead were only shamming； though Perrin thought anyone who pretended at being a corpse here would soon go insane。 All centered around Rand。
Perrin should have been down there with the Two Rivers men。 Rand had asked for them； spoken about trusting men from home； but Perrin had made no promises。 He'll have to settle for me； and late； he thought。 In a little bit； when he managed to steel himself to the butcher's yard below。 Only； butcher knives did not mow down people； and they were tidier than axes； tidier than vultures。
The black…coated Asha'man faded into the sea of birds； death swallowed by death； and ravens and crows surging up hid the others； but Rand stood out in the tattered white shirt he had been wearing when rescue came。 Though perhaps he hardly needed deliverance by that time。 The sight of Min； close beside Rand in pale red coat and snug breeches； made Perrin grimace。 That was no place for her； or anyone； but she stayed closer to Rand since the rescue than even Taim did。 Somehow Rand had managed to free both himself and her well before Perrin broke through； or even the Asha'man； and Perrin suspected she saw Rand's presence as the only real safety。
Sometimes as he strode across that charnel ground； Rand patted Min's arm or bent his head as if speaking to her； but not with his main attention。 Dark clouds of birds billowed around them； the smaller darting away to feed elsewhere； the vultures giving ground reluctantly； some refusing to take wing； extending featherless necks and squawking defiantly as they waddled back。 Now and then Rand stopped； bending over a corpse。 Sometimes fire darted from his hands to strike down vultures that did not give way。 Every time； Nandera； who led the Maidens； or Sulin； her second； argued with him。 Sometimes Wise Ones did； too； from the way they tugged at the body's coat as if demonstrating something。 And Rand would nod and move on。 Not without backward glances； though。 And only until another body caught his attention。
〃What is he doing？〃 demanded a haughty voice at Perrin's knee。 By scent he knew her before he looked down。 Statuesque and elegant in a green silk riding dress and thin linen dust…cloak； Kiruna Nachiman was sister to King Paitar of Arafel and a powerful noble in her own right； and being Aes Sedai had done nothing to dampen her manner。 Trapped in what he was watching； he had not heard her approach。 〃Why is he down in that？ He should not be。〃
Not all the Aes Sedai in the camp were prisoners； though those who were not had been keeping out of sight since yesterday； talking among themselves； Perrin suspected； and trying to figure out what had happened at the last。 Maybe trying to figure some way around it。 Now they were out in force。 Bera Harkin； another Green； stood at Kiruna's shoulder； a farmwife by looks despite her ageless face and fine woolen dress； but every scrap as proud as Kiruna in her own way。 This farmwife would tell a king to scrape his boots before ing into her house； and be sharp about it。 She and Kiruna together led the sisters who had e to Dumai's Wells with Perrin； or perhaps passed leadership back and forth between them。 It was not exactly clear； which was hardly unusual with Aes Sedai。
The other seven stood in a covey not far away。 Or maybe in a pride； lionesses； not quail； by their air of being in charge。 Their Warders were arrayed behind them； and if the sisters were all outward serenity the Warders made no bones of their feelings。 They were disparate men； some in those color…shifting cloaks that seemed to make parts of them disappear； but whether short or tall； thick or thin； just standing there they looked like violence on a frayed leash。
Perrin knew two of those women well； Verin Mathwin and Alanna Mosvani。 Short and stout and almost motherly at times in a distracted way； when she was not studying you like a bird studying a worm； Verin was Brown Ajah。 Alanna； slim and darkly pretty though a little haggard around the eyes of late for some reason； was Green。 Altogether； five of the nine were Green。 Once； some time ago； Verin had told him not to trust Alanna too far； and he more than took her at her word。 Nor did he trust any of the others； including Verin。 Neither did Rand； for all they had fought on his side yesterday； and despite what had happened at the end。 Which Perrin still was not sure he believed； even though he had seen it。
A good dozen Asha'man lounged by a wagon about twenty paces from the sisters。 A cocky fellow named Charl Gedwyn had charge of them this morning； a hard…faced man who swaggered standing still。 All wore a pin in the shape of a silver sword on their tall coat collars； and four or five besides Gedwyn had a Dragon in gold…and…red enamel fastened on the other side。 Perrin supposed that had to do with rank in some way。 He had seen both on some of the other Asha'man。 Not precisely guards； they managed to be wherever Kiruna and the others were。 Just taking their ease。 And keeping a sharp eye open。 Not that the Aes Sedai took any notice； not that you could see。 Even so； the sisters smelled wary； and puzzled； and infuriated。 Part of that had to be because of the Asha'man。
〃Well？〃 Kiruna's dark eyes flashed impatience。 He doubted that many people kept her waiting。
〃I don't know；〃 he lied； patting Stepper's neck again。 〃Rand doesn't tell me everything。〃
He understood a little … he thought he did … but he had no intention of telling anyone。 That was Rand's to reveal； if he chose。 Every body that Rand looked at belonged to a Maiden； Perrin was convinced of it。 A Shaido Maiden without a doubt； but he was not sure how much difference that made to Rand。 Last night he had walked away from the wagons to be by himself； and as the sound of men laughing because they were alive faded behind him； he found Rand。 The Dragon Reborn； who made the world tremble； sitting on the ground； alone in the dark； his arms wrapped around himself； rocking back and forth。
To Perrin's eyes； the moon was nearly as good as the sun； but right then he wished for pitch blackness。 Rand's face was drawn and twisted； the face of a man who wanted to scream； or maybe weep； and was fighting it down with every scrap of his fiber。 Whatever trick the Aes Sedai knew to keep the heat from touching them； Rand and the Asha'man knew； too； but he was not using it now。 The night's heat would have done for a more…than…warm summer day； and sweat slid down Rand's cheeks as much as Perrin's。
He did not look around； though Perrin's boots rustled loudly in the dead grass； yet he spoke hoarsely； still rocking。 〃One hundred and fifty…one； Perrin。 One hundred and fifty…one Maidens died today。 For me。 I promised them； you see。 Don't argue with me！ Shut up！ Go away！〃 Despite his sweat； Rand shivered。 〃Not you； Perrin； not you。 I have to keep my promises； you see。 Have to； no matter how it hurts。 But I have to keep my promise to myself； too。 No matter how it hurts。〃
Perrin tried not to think about the fate of men who could channel。 The lucky ones died before they went mad； the unlucky died after。 Whether Rand was lucky or unlucky； everything rested on him。 Everything。 〃Rand； I don't know what to say； but … 〃
Rand seemed not to hear。 Back and forth he rocked。 Back and forth。 〃Isan； of the Jarra Sept of the Chareen Aiel。 She died for me today。 Chuonde of the Spine Ridge Miagoma。 She died for me today。 Agirin of the Shelan Daryne。。。 〃
There had been nothing for it but to settle on his heels and listen to Rand recite all one hundred and fifty…one names in a voice like pain stretched to breaking； listen and hope Rand was holding on to sanity。
Whether or not Rand was still pletely sane； though； if a Maiden who came to fight for him had been missed down there somehow； Perrin was sure that not only would she be buried decently with the others on the ridge； there would be one hundred and fifty…two names in that list。 And that was none of Kiruna's business。 Not that； or Perrin's doubts。 Rand had to stay sane； or sane enough anyway； and that was that。 Light； send it so！
And the Light burn me for thinking it so coldly； Perrin thought。
From the corner of his eye he saw her full mouth tighten momentarily。 She liked not knowing everything about as well as being made to wait。 She would ha