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〃If we must make this journey before you eat； let us make it。 The evening meal is long finished for everyone else。〃
Rand blinked； and Sulin stepped back from his stare。 Sulin； who would stand eye…to…eye with a leopard。 He smoothed his face； tried to。 It felt a mask； somebody else's face。
〃Are you well？〃 she asked。
〃I was thinking。〃 He made his hands unknot； shrugged inside his coat。 A better…fitting coat than the one he had worn from Dumai's Wells； dark blue and plain。 Even after a bath he did not feel clean； not with saidin in him。 〃Sometimes I think too much。〃
Nearly twenty more Maidens clustered at one end of the windowless； dark…paneled room。 Eight gilded stand…lamps against the walls； mirrored to increase the light； provided illumination。 He was glad of that； he did not like dark places anymore。 Three of the Asha'man were there； too； the Aiel women to one side of the chamber； the Asha'man to the other。 Jonan Adley； an Altaran despite his name； stood with his arms folded； working eyebrows like black caterpillars in deep thought。 Perhaps four years older than Rand； he was intent on earning the silver sword of the Dedicated。 Eben Hopwil carried more flesh on his bones and fewer blotches on his face than when Rand had first seen him； though his nose and ears still seemed the biggest part of him。 He fingered the sword pin on his collar as if surprised to find it there。 Fedwin Morr would have worn the sword as well； had he not been in a green coat suitable for a well…to…do merchant or a minor noble； with a little silver embroidery on cuffs and lapels。 Of an age with Eben； but stockier and with almost no blotches； he did not look happy that his black coat was stuffed into the leather scrip by his feet。 They were the ones Lews Therin had been raving about； them and all the rest of the Asha'man。 Asha'man； Aes Sedai； anyone who could channel set him off； often as not。
〃Think too much； Rand al'Thor？〃 Enaila gripped a short spear in one hand and her buckler and three more spears in the other； yet she sounded as if she were shaking a finger at him。 The Asha'man frowned at her。 〃Your trouble is； you do not think at all。〃 Some of the other Maidens laughed softly； but she was not making a joke。 Shorter than any other Maiden there by at least a hand； she had hair as fiery as her temper； and an odd view of her relationship to him。 Her flaxen…haired friend Somara； who stood head and shoulders taller； nodded agreement； she held the same peculiar view。
He ignored the ment； but could not stop a sigh。 Somara and Enaila were the worst； yet none of the Maidens could decide whether he was the Car'a'carn； to be obeyed； or the only child of a Maiden ever known to the Maidens； to be cared for as a brother； bullied as a son for a few。 Even Jalani there； not many years from playing with dolls； seemed to think he was her younger brother； while Corana； graying and nearly as leather…faced as Sulin； treated him like an older。 At least they only did that around themselves； not often where other Aiel could hear。 When it counted； he would be the Car'a'carn。 And he owed it to them。 They died for him。 He owed them whatever they wanted。
〃I don't intend to spend all night here while you lot play Kiss the Daisies；〃 he said。 Sulin gave him one of those looks … in dresses or in cadin'sor； women tossed those looks about like farmers scattering seed … but the Asha'man abandoned staring at the Maidens and slung the straps of their scrips over their shoulders。 Push them hard； he had told Taim； make them weapons； and Taim had delivered。 A good weapon moved as the man who held it directed。 If only he could be sure it would not turn in his hand。
He had three destinations tonight； but one of those the Maidens could not be allowed to know。 No one but himself。 Which of the other two came first he had decided earlier； yet he hesitated。 The journey would be known soon enough； yet there were reasons to keep it secret as he could。
When the gateway opened there in the middle of the room； a sweetish smell familiar to any farmer drifted through。 Horse dung。 Wrinkling her nose as she veiled； Sulin led half the Maidens through at a trot。 After a glance to him； the Asha'man followed； drawing deeply on the True Source as they went； as much as they could hold。
Because of that； he could feel their strength as they passed him。 Without that； it took some effort to tell a man could channel； longer still unless he cooperated。 None were near as strong as he。 Not yet； anyway； there was no saying how strong a man would be until he stopped growing stronger。 Fedwin stood highest of the three； but he had what Taim called a bar。 Fedwin did not really believe he could affect anything at a distance with the Power。 The result was that at fifty paces his ability began to fade； and at a hundred he could not weave even a thread of saidin。 Men gained strength faster than women； it seemed； and a good thing。 These three were all strong enough to make a gateway of useful size； if just barely in Jonan's case。 Every Asha'man was that he had kept。
Kill them before it is too late； before they go mad； Lews Therin whispered。 Kill them； hunt down Sammael； and Demandred； and all the Forsaken。 I have to kill them all； before it is too late！ A moment of struggle as he attempted to wrest the Power away from Rand and failed。 He seemed to try that more often of late； or to seize saidin on his own。 The second was a bigger danger than the first。 Rand doubted that Lews Therin could take the True Source away once Rand held it； he was not certain he could take it from Lews Therin； either； if the other reached it first。
What about me？ Rand thought again。 It was nearly a snarl； and no less vicious for falling short。 Wrapped in the Power as he was； anger spiderwebbed across the outside of the Void； a fiery lace。 I can channel； too。 Madness waits for me； but it already has you！ You killed yourself； Kinslayer； after you murdered your wife and your children and the Light alone knows how many others。 I won't kill where I don't have to！ Do you hear me； Kinslayer？ Silence answered。
He drew a deep； uneven breath。 That web of fire flickered； lightning in the distance。 He had never spoken to the man … it was the man； not just a voice； a man； entire with memories … never spoken to him like that before。 Perhaps it might drive Lews Therin away for good。 Half the man's mad rantings were tears over his dead wife。 Did he want to drive Lews Therin away？ His only friend in that chest。
He had promised Sulin to count to one hundred before following； but he did it by fives； then stepped more than a hundred and fifty leagues to Caemlyn。
Night had closed down on the Royal Palace of Andor； moonshadows cloaking delicate spires and golden domes； but a gentle breeze did nothing to break the heat。 The moon hung above； still almost full； giving some light。 Veiled Maidens scurried around the wagons lined up behind the largest of the palace stables。 The odor of the stable muck the wagons hauled away every day had long since soaked into the wood。 The Asha'man had hands to their faces； Eben actually pinching his nose shut。
〃The Car'a'carn counts quickly；〃 Sulin muttered； but she lowered her veil。 There would be no surprises here。 No one would stay near those wagons who did not have to。
Rand let the gateway close as soon as the remaining Maidens came through； right behind him； and as it winked out of existence； Lews Therin whispered； She is gone。 Almost gone。 There was relief in his voice； the bond of Warder and Aes Sedai had not existed in the Age of Legends。
Alanna was not really gone； no more than she had been any time since bonding Rand against his will； but her presence had lessened； and it was the lessening that made Rand truly aware。 You could bee used to anything； begin taking it for granted。 Near to her； he walked around with her emotions nestled in the back of his head； her physical condition as well； if he thought about it； and he knew exactly where she was as well as he knew his own his hand's place； but just as with his hand； unless he thought about it； it just was。 Only distance had any effect； but he could still feel that she was somewhere east of him。 He wanted to be aware of her。 Should Lews Therin fall silent and all the memories of the chest somehow be wiped from his head； he would still have the bond to remind him； 〃Never trust Aes Sedai。〃
Abruptly he realized that Jonan and Eben still held saidin too。 〃Release；〃 he said sharply … that was the mand Taim used … and he felt the Power vanish from them。 Good weapons。 So far。 Kill them before it's too late； Lews Therin murmured。 Rand released the Source deliberately； and reluctantly。 He always hated letting go of the life； the enhanced senses。 Of the struggle。 Inside； though； he was tense； a jumper ready to leap； ready to seize it once more。 He always was； now。
I have to kill them； Lews Therin whispered。
Shoving the voice back； Rand sent one of the Maidens； Nerilea； a square…faced woman； into the palace and began pacing alongside the wagons； thoughts spinning again； faster than before。 He should not have e here。 He should have sent Fedwin； with a letter。 Spin