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arms folded beneath their breasts； copying Renaile。 Alise marched up to them； marking Renaile out as the leader after one sweeping glance。 Elayne and Aviendha she ignored。
〃e with me；〃 she said in brisk tones that brooked no argument。 〃The Aes Sedai say you will want to be out of the sun until matters are more settled。〃 The words 〃Aes Sedai〃 held as much bitterness as they did the awe Elayne was used to from Kinswomen。 Maybe more。 Renaile stiffened； her dark face growing darker； but Alise plowed on。 〃You wilders can sit out here and sweat if that's what you want； for all of me。 If you can sit。〃 It was obvious none of the Atha'an Miere had received Healing for their saddle soreness； they stood like women who wanted to forget they existed below the waist。 〃What you will not do is keep me waiting。〃
〃Do you know who I am？〃 Renaile demanded in a tight fury； but Alise was already walking away and not looking back。 Struggling with herself visibly； Renaile dashed sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand； then angrily ordered the other Windfinders to leave the 〃shore…cursed〃 horses and follow her。 They made a spraddle…legged line wobbling along after Alise； everyone but the two apprentices muttering to herself … Alise included。
Instinctively； Elayne began to plan how to smooth matters over； how to get the Atha'an Miere's pains Healed without them having to ask。 Or a sister having to offer too strenuously； Nynaeve had to be appeased； too； and the other sisters。 To her surprise； she suddenly realized that for once in her life she had no real desire to smooth anything。 Watching the Windfinders limp toward one of the farm buildings； she decided that matters were fine just as they were。 Aviendha wore a large； open grin as she watched the Atha'an Miere。 Elayne snatched the much smaller smile from her own face and turned to the packhorses。 They did deserve it； though。 Not grinning was very hard。
With Aviendha's help； the searching went more quickly than before； though Aviendha did not recognize what they were after as quickly as she did。 Not a great surprise。 A few of the sisters Elayne had trained showed a greater skill in this than she did herself； but most came nowhere near。 Still； two sets of hands found more than one； and there was a great deal to be found。 Liveried stablemen and women carried away the rubbish； while a collection of ter'angreal grew on the broad stone lid of a square cistern。
Four more horses were unloaded quickly； and they accumulated a selection that would have caused a celebration； brought into the Tower。 Even with no one studying ter'angreal。 They took every form imaginable。 Cups and bowls and vases； no two the same size or design or in the same material。 A flat； worm…eaten box； half…falling apart and whatever had lined it long since gone to dust； held pieces of jewelry … a necklace and bracelets set with colored stones； a slim gem…studded belt； several finger rings … and there were spaces for more。 Every single one was a ter'angreal； and they all matched； meant to be worn together； though Elayne could not imagine why any woman would want to carry so many about her at one time。 Aviendha found a dagger with gold wire wrapped around a hilt of rough deerhorn； the blade was dull； and by all evidence； always had been。 She kept turning that over and over in her fingers … her hands actually began to tremble … until Elayne took it away from her and put it with the others on the cistern's lid。 Even then Aviendha stood for a time； looking at it and licking her lips as though they had gone dry。 There were finger rings； earrings； necklaces； bracelets and buckles； many of very peculiar pattern indeed。 There were statuettes and figures of birds and animals and people； several knives that did have edges； half a dozen large medallions in bronze or steel； most worked with strange patterns and not one carrying an image Elayne could really understand； a pair of peculiar hats seemingly made of metal； too ornate and too thin to be helmets； and any number of items she could not think what to call。 A rod； as thick as her wrist； bright red and smooth and rounded； firm rather than hard for all that it seemed to be stone； it did not warm slightly in her hand； it almost felt hot！ Not real heat any more than the warmth was real； but still！ What about a set of metal basketwork balls； one inside the other？ Any movement produced a faint musical chime； a different tone every time； and she had the feeling that no matter how hard she looked into it； there would always be a still smaller ball waiting to be discovered。 A thing that looked like a blacksmith's puzzle made of glass？ It was heavy enough that she dropped it； and it broke a chip off the edge of the cistern cover。 A collection to stir amazement in any Aes Sedai。 More important； they found two more angreal。 Those Elayne set very carefully aside； within arm's reach。
One was an odd piece of jewelry； a golden bracelet attached by four flat chains to finger rings； every bit of it engraved in an intricate mazelike pattern。 That was the stronger of the two； stronger than the turtle still in her pouch。 It was made for a smaller hand than hers or Aviendha's。 Strangely； the bracelet had a tiny lock； plete with a minuscule； tubular key dangling from a fine chain that was obviously made to be removed。 Along with the key！ The other was a seated woman in age…darkened ivory； her legs folded in front of her； her exposed knees bare； but with hair so long and luxuriant she could not have been more muffled in the heaviest cloak。 It was not even as strong as the turtle； but she found it very appealing。 One hand rested on a knee； palm up and fingers arranged so the thumb touched the tips of the middle two fingers； while the other hand was lifted； the first two fingers raised and the others folded。 The whole figure carried an air of supreme dignity； yet the delicately worked face showed amusement and delight。 Maybe it had been made for a particular woman？ It seemed personal； somehow。 Perhaps they had done that； in the Age of Legends。 Some ter'angreal were immense； needing men and horses； or even the Power； to move； but most angreal were small enough to carry about your person； not all； but most。
They were tossing back the canvas covers on another set of wicker panniers when Nynaeve came striding up。 The Atha'an Miere began filing out of one of the farm buildings； no longer limping。 Merilille was talking with Renaile； or rather； the Windfinder was talking and Merilille listening。 Elayne wondered what had happened in there。 The slim Gray did not look so satisfied anymore。 The huddle of Kinswomen had grown larger； but even as Elayne looked up； three more came hesitantly into the farmyard； and another two stood at the edge of the olive trees； peering about indecisively。 She could sense Birgitte； somewhere out among the groves and only a little less irritated than earlier。
Nynaeve glanced at the display of ter'angreal and gave her braid a tug。 Her hat had gone missing somewhere。 〃That can wait；〃 she said； sounding disgusted。 〃It's time。〃
Chapter 5
（Lion Rampant）
The Breaking Storm
The sun stood little more than halfway down toward the horizon by the time they clambered up the well…worn； snaking path to the top of the steep…sided hill above the barns。 That was the spot Renaile had chosen。 It did make sense from what Elayne knew of working weather； all learned from a Sea Folk Windfinder； to be sure。 Changing anything beyond your immediate vicinity required working over long distances； which meant being able to see a long distance； much easier on the ocean than on land。 Except from a mountain or hilltop。 It also needed a deft hand to avoid causing torrential rains or whirlwinds or the Light alone knew what elsewhere。 Whatever you did； the effects spread like ripples from a stone tossed into a pond。 She had no desire whatsoever to lead the circle that would use the Bowl。
The top of the hill was clear of brush and flat； if far from level； a rough stone table； fifty paces long and broad； with plenty of room for everybody who needed to be there； and some who did not； strictly speaking。 From at least fifty paces above the farm； the spectacular view stretched for miles over a patchwork quilt of forms and pastures； forests and olive groves。 Far too many browns and sere yellows were mixed in with a hundred shades of green； crying the need for what they were to do； yet even so； the beauty of it struck Elayne。 Despite dust in the air like a faint mist； she could see so far！ The land really was quite flat here except for those few hills。 Ebou Dar lay just out of sight to the south even if she embraced the Power； yet it seemed she should be able to see it； by straining just a little。 Surely with a little effort she could see the River Eldar。 A marvelous view。 Not everyone was interested。
〃An hour wasted；〃 Nynaeve grumbled； glaring sideways at Reanne。 And at just about everyone else。 With Lan not there； it seemed she might take the opportunity to unleash her temper。 〃Almost an hour。 Maybe more。 pletely wasted。 Alise is capable enough； I suppose； but you'd think Reanne would know who was there！ Light！ If that fool woman