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he drove her face down onto the table； her cheek smudging still…damp ink on the discarded letter to Pedron Niall。 The dagger； stabbing down just in front of her eyes； froze her。 By chance； the blade piercing the paper had caught an ant by the tip of one leg。 It struggled as vainly as she had。
〃You are an insect； Mili。〃 The pain in his head made his voice rasp。 〃It is time you understand that。 One insect is much like another； and if one won't do。。。 〃 Her eyes followed his thumb down； and when it flattened on the ant； she flinched。
〃I live to serve and obey； master；〃 she breathed。 She had said that to Old Cully every time he saw them together； but never before to him。
〃And this is how you will obey。。。〃 No one survived disobedience。 No one。
Chapter 16
（Flame of Tar Valon）
A Touch on the Cheek
The Tarasin Palace was a mass of shining marble and white plaster； with screened balconies of white…painted wrought iron and columned walks as much as four stories above the ground。 Pigeons wheeled around pointed domes and tall； balcony…wreathed spires banded in red and green tiles； glittering in the sun。 Sharp…arched gates in the palace itself led to various courtyards； and more pierced the high wall hiding the gardens； but deep； snowy white steps ten spans wide climbed on the side facing Mol Hara Square to great doors carved in coiling patterns like me balcony screens and covered with beaten gold。
The dozen or so guards lined up before those doors； sweating in the sun； wore gilded breastplates over green coats and baggy white trousers stuffed into dark green boots。 Green cords secured thick twists of white cloth around glittering golden helmets； with the long ends hanging down their backs。 Even their halberds and the scabbards of their daggers and short swords shone with gold。 Guards for being looked at； not fighting。 But then； when Mat reached the top； he could see swordsmen's calluses on their hands。 Always before he had entered through one of the stableyards； to peruse the palace horses in passing； but this time he was going in the way a lord would。
〃The Light's blessing on all here；〃 he said to their officer； a man not much older than he。 Ebou Dari were polite people。 〃I've e to leave a message for Nynaeve Sedai and Elayne Sedai。 Or to give it to them； if they've returned。〃
The officer stared at him； looked at the stairs in consternation。 Gold cord as well as green on his pointed helmet signified some rank Mat did not know； and he carried a gilded rod instead of a halberd； with a sharp end and a hook like an ox…goad。 By his expression； no one had ever e up that way before。 Studying Mat's coat； he mulled it over visibly； and at last decided he could not tell him to go away。 With a sigh； the man murmured a benison in return and asked Mat's name； pushed open a small door in one of the larger and ushered him into a grand entry hall encircled by five stone…railed balconies beneath a domed ceiling painted like the sky； plete with clouds and a sun。
The guard's snapping fingers summoned a slim young serving woman in a white dress； sewn up on the left to show green petticoats and embroidered on the left breast with a green Anchor and Sword。 She scurried across the red…and…blue marble floor looking startled； curtsying to Mat and the officer each。 Short black hair framed a sweetly pretty face； with silken olive skin； and her livery had the deep narrow neckline mon to all women except nobles in Ebou Dar。 For once； Mat did not really notice。 When she heard what he wanted； her big black eyes widened even more。 Aes Sedai were not unpopular in Ebou Dar； exactly； but most Ebou Dari would go a long distance out of their way to avoid one。
〃Yes； Sword…Lieutenant；〃 she said； bobbing again。 〃Of course； Sword…Lieutenant。 May it please you to follow me； my Lord？〃 It did。
Outside； Ebou Dar sparkled white； but inside； color ran wild。 There seemed to be miles of broad corridor in the palace； and here the high ceiling was blue and the walls yellow； there the walls pale red and the ceiling green； changing with every turn； binations to jar any eye but a Tinker's。 Mat's boots sounded loud on floor tiles that made patterns of two or three or sometimes four colors in diamonds or stars or triangles。 Wherever hallways crossed the floor was a mosaic of tiny tiles； intricate swirls and scrolls and loops。 A few silk tapestries displayed scenes of the sea； and arched niches held carved crystal bowls and small statues and yellow Sea Folk porcelain that would fetch a fine penny anywhere。 Occasionally a liveried servant hurried along silently； often as not carrying a silver tray； or a golden。
Normally； displays of wealth made Mat feel fortable。 For one thing； where there was money； some might stick to his fingers。 This time he felt impatient； more so by the step。 And anxious。 The last time he had felt the dice rolling so hard in his head was just before he found himself with three hundred of the Band； a thousand of Gaebril's White Lions on a ridge to his front and another thousand ing hard up the road behind him； when all he had been trying to do was ride away from the entire mess。 That time he had avoided the chop by the grace of other men's memories and more luck than he had a right to。 The dice almost always meant danger； and something else he had not figured out yet。 The prospect of having his skull cracked was not enough； and once or twice there had been no possibility of such； yet the uping likelihood of Mat Cauthon dead in some spectacular fashion seemed the most usual cause。 Unlikely； maybe； in the Tarasin Palace； but unlikely did not make the dice go away。 He was going to leave his message； grab Nynaeve and Elayne by the scruff of the neck if he had an opportunity； give them a talking…to that made their ears glow； and then get out。
The young woman glided ahead of him until they reached a short； bullish man a little older than she； another servant； in tight white breeches； a white shirt with wide sleeves； and a long green vest with the Anchor and Sword of House Mitsobar in a white disc。 〃Master Jen；〃 she said； curtsying once more； 〃this is Lord Mat Cauthon； who wishes to leave a message for the honored Elayne Aes Sedai and the honored Nynaeve Aes Sedai。〃
〃Very good； Haesel。 You may go。〃 He bowed to Mat 〃May it please you to follow me； my Lord？〃
Jen led him as far as a dark； grim…faced woman short of her middle years； and bowed。 〃Mistress Carin； this is Lord Mat Cauthon； who wishes to leave a message for the honored Elayne Aes Sedai and the honored Nynaeve Aes Sedai。〃
〃Very good； Jen。 You may go。 May it please you to follow me； my Lord？〃
Carin took him up a sweeping flight of marble stairs； the risers painted yellow and red； to a skinny woman named Matilde； who handed him over to a stout fellow named Bren； who led him to a balding man named Madic； each a little older than the one before。 Where five corridors met like the spokes of a wheel； Madic left him with a round woman called Laren； who had a touch of gray at her temples and a stately carriage。 Like Carin and Matilde； she wore what the Ebou Dari called a marriage knife； hanging hilt down from a close…fitting silver necklace between more than plump breasts。 Five white stones in the hilt； two set in red； and four red stones； one surrounded by black； said three of her nine children were dead； two sons in duels。 Rising out of her curtsy to Mat； Laren began to float up one of the hallways； but he hurried to catch her arm。
Dark eyebrows rose slightly as she glanced at his hand。 She had no dagger except the marriage knife； but he released her immediately。 Custom said she could only use that on her husband； yet there was no point in pushing。 He did not soften his voice； though。 〃How far do I have to go to leave a note？ Show me to their rooms。 A pair of Aes Sedai shouldn't be that hard to find。 This isn't the bloody White Tower。〃
〃Aes Sedai？〃 a woman said behind him in a heavy Illianer accent。 〃If you do seek two Aes Sedai； you have found two。〃
Laren's face did not change； or almost not。 Her nearly black eyes darted past him； and he was sure they tightened with worry。
Doffing his hat； Mat turned wearing an easy smile。 With that silver foxhead around his neck； Aes Sedai did not put him off at all。 Well； not very much。 It had those flaws。 Maybe the smile was not that easy。
The two women confronting him could not have been more different。 One was slender； with a fetching smile； in a green…and…gold dress that showed a hint of what he judged to be a fine bosom。 Except for that ageless face； he might have thought to strike up a conversation。 It was a pretty face； with eyes large enough for a man to sink into。 A pity。 The other had the agelessness too； but seeing it took him a moment。 He thought she was scowling until he realized that must be her normal expression。 Her dark； almost black； dress covered her to the wrists and chin； for which he was grateful。 She looked scrawny as an old bramble。 She looked as if she ate brambles for breakfast。
〃I'm trying to leave a message for Nynaeve and Elayne；〃 he told them。 〃This woman … 〃 He blinked； looking down each of the