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〃No。 No； but 。。。〃 He was recovering himself； building his walls again。 But they were not rebuilt yet。 〃How many times have you said that ta'veren pull those around them like twigs in a whirlpool？ Perhaps I was pulled； too。 I only know that it felt right。 Those farm folk needed someone on their side。 Rand did； at least。 Moiraine； I believe in what you do； even as now； when I know not half of it； believe as I believe in you。 I have not asked to be released from my bond； nor will I。 Whatever your plans for dying and seeing me safely … disposed of … I will take great pleasure in keeping you alive and seeing those plans； at least； go for nothing。〃
〃Ta'veren；〃 Moiraine sighed。 〃Perhaps it was that。 Rather than guiding a chip floating down a stream； I am trying to guide a log through rapids。 Every time I push at it； it pushes at me； and the log grows larger the farther we go。 Yet I must see it through to the end。〃 She gave a little laugh。 〃I will not be unhappy； my old friend； if you manage to put those plans awry。 Now； please leave me。 I need to be alone to think。〃 He hesitated only a moment before turning for the door。 At the last moment； though； she could not let him go without one more question。 〃Do you ever dream of something different； Lan？〃
〃All men dream。 But I know dreams for dreams。 This〃 … he touched his sword hilt … 〃is reality。〃 The walls were back； as high and hard as ever。
For a time after he left； Moiraine leaned back in her chair； looking into the fire。 She thought of Nynaeve and cracks in a wall。 Without trying； without thinking what she was doing； that young woman had put cracks in Lan's walls and seeded the cracks with creepers。 Lan thought he was secure； imprisoned in his fortress by fate and his own wishes； but slowly； patiently； the creepers were tearing down the walls to bare the man within。 Already he was sharing some of Nynaeve's loyalties； in the beginning he had been indifferent to the Emond's Field folk； except as people in whom Moiraine had some interest。 Nynaeve had changed that as she had changed Lan。
To her surprise； Moiraine felt a flash of jealousy。 She had never felt that before； certainly not for any of the women who had thrown their hearts at his feet； or those who had shared his bed。 Indeed； she had never thought of him as an object of jealousy； had never thought so of any man。 She was married to her battle； as he was married to his。 But they had been panions in those battles for so long。 He had ridden a horse to death； then run himself nearly to death； carrying her in his arms at the last； to Anaiya for Healing。 She had tended his wounds more than once； keeping with her arts a life he had been ready to throw away to save hers。 He had always said he was wedded with death。 Now a new bride had captured his eyes； though he was blind to it。 He thought he still stood strong behind his walls； but Nynaeve had laced bridal flowers in his hair。 Would he still find himself able to court death so blithely？ Moiraine wondered when he would ask her to release him from his bond。 And what she would do when he did。
With a grimace； she got to her feet。 There were more important matters。 Far more important。 Her eyes ran over the open books and papers crowding the room。 So many hints； but no answers。
Vandene came in with a teapot and cups on a tray。 She was slender and graceful； with a straight back； and the hair gathered neatly at the nape of her neck was almost white。 The agelessness of her smooth face was that of long； long years。 〃I would have had Jaem bring this； and not disturb you myself； but he's out in the barn practicing with his sword。〃 She made a clucking sound as she pushed a battered manuscript aside to set the tray on the table。 〃Lan being here has him remembering he's more than a gardener and handyman。 Gaidin are so stiff…necked。 I thought Lan would still be here； that's why I brought an extra cup。 Have you found what you were seeking？〃
〃I am not even sure what it is I am seeking。〃 Moiraine frowned； studying the other woman。 Vandene was of the Green Ajah； not Brown like her sister； yet the two of them had studied so long together that she knew as much of history as Adeleas。
〃Whatever it is； you don't even seem to know where to look。〃 Vandene shifted some of the books and manuscripts on the table； shaking her head。 〃So many subjects。 The Trolloc Wars。 The Watchers Over the Waves。 The legend of the Return。 Two treatises on the Horn of Valere。 Three on dark prophecy； and … Light； here's Santhra's book on the Forsaken。 Nasty； that。 As nasty as this on Shadar Logoth。 And the Prophecies of the Dragon； in three translations and the original。 Moiraine； whatever are you after？ The Prophecies； I can understand … we hear some news here； remote as we are。 We hear some of what's happening in Illian。 There's even a rumor in the village that someone has already found the Horn。〃 She gestured with a manuscript on the Horn； and coughed in the dust that rose from it。 〃I discount that； of course。 There would be rumors。 But what …？ No。 You said you wanted privacy； and I'll give it to you。〃
〃Stop a moment；〃 Moiraine said； halting the other Aes Sedai short of the door。 〃Perhaps you can answer some questions for me。〃
〃I will try。〃 Vandene smiled suddenly。 〃Adeleas claims I should have chosen Brown。 Ask。〃 She poured two cups of tea and handed one to Moiraine； then took a chair by the fire。
Steam curled over the cups while Moiraine chose her questions carefully。 To find the answers； and not reveal too much。 〃The Horn of Valere is not mentioned in the Prophecies； but is it linked to the Dragon anywhere？〃
〃No。 Except for the fact that the Horn must be found before Tarmon Gai'don and that the Dragon Reborn is supposed to fight the Last Battle； there is no link between them at all。〃 The white…haired woman sipped her tea and waited。
〃Does anything link the Dragon with Toman Head？〃
Vandene hesitated。 〃Yes； and no。 This is a bone between Adeleas and me。〃 Her voice took on a lecturing tone； and for a time she did sound like a Brown。 〃There is a verse in the original that translates literally as 'Five ride forth； and four return。 Above the watchers shall he proclaim himself； bannered cross the sky in fire 。。。' Well； it goes on。 The point is； the word ma'vron。 I say it should be translated not simply as 'watchers；' which is a'vron。 Ma'vron has more importance to it。 I say it means the Watchers Over the Waves； though they call themselves Do Miere A'vron； of course； not Ma'vron。 Adeleas tells me I am quibbling。 But I believe it means the Dragon Reborn will appear somewhere above Toman Head； in Arad Doman； or Saldaea。 Adeleas may think I'm foolish； but I listen to every scrap I hear ing from Saldaea these days。 Mazrim Taim can channel； so I hear； and our sisters haven't managed to corner him yet。 If the Dragon is Reborn； and the Horn of Valere found； then the Last Battle is ing soon。 We may never finish our history。〃 She gave a shiver； then abruptly laughed。 〃Odd thing to worry about。 I suppose I am being more a Brown。 Horrible thing to contemplate。 Ask your next question。〃
〃I do not think you need worry about Taim；〃 Moiraine said absently。 It was a link with Toman Head； however small and tenuous。 〃He will be dealt with as Logain was。 What of Shadar Logoth？〃
〃Shadar Logoth！〃 Vandene snorted。 〃In brief； the city was destroyed by its own hate； every living thing except Mordeth； the councilor who began it all； using the tactics of the Darkfriends against the Darkfriends； and he now lies trapped there waiting for a soul to steal。 It is not safe to enter； and nothing in the city is safe to touch。 But every novice close to being Accepted knows as much as that。 In full； you will have to stay here a month and listen to Adeleas lecture … she has the true knowledge of it … but even I can tell you there's nothing of the Dragon in it。 That place was dead a hundred years before Yurian Stonebow rose from the ashes of the Trolloc Wars； and he lies closest to it in history of all the false Dragons。〃
Moiraine raised a hand。 〃I did not speak clearly； and I do not speak of the Dragon； now； Reborn or false。 Can you think of any reason why a Fade would take something that had e from Shadar Logoth？〃
〃Not if it knew the thing for what it was。 The hate that killed Shadar Logoth was hate they thought to use against the Dark One； it would destroy Shadowspawn as surely as it would those who walk in the Light。 They rightly fear Shadar Logoth as much as we。〃
〃And what can you tell me of the Forsaken？〃
〃You do leap from subject to subject。 I can tell you little more than you learned as a novice。 No one knows much more of the Nameless than that。 Do you expect me to ramble on with what we both learned as girls？〃
For an instant； Moiraine was silent。 She did not want to say too much； but Vandene and Adeleas had more knowledge their fingertips than existed anywhere else but the White Tower； amore plications awaited her there than she cared to deal with now。 She let the name slip between her lips as if it were escaping。 〃Lanfear。〃
〃For once；〃 the other woman sighed； 〃I know not a whit more than I did as a