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　to　turn　left；　and　Rand　had　to　rein　him　back。　When　would　the　nobles　sort　themselves　out？　He　ground　his　teeth　in　impatience。
　　　　　　　He　could　remember　as　a　boy　hearing　men　laugh　that　when　rain　fell　in　sunshine　the　Dark　One　was　beating　Semirhage。　Some　of　that　laughter　had　been　uneasy；　though；　and　scrawny　old　Cenn　Buie　would　always　snarl　that　Semirhage　would　be　smarting　and　angry　after　that；　and　e　for　small　boys　who　did　not　keep　out　of　their　elders'　way。　That　had　been　enough　to　send　Rand　running；　when　he　was　little。　He　wished　Semirhage　would　e　for　him　now；　right　that　instant。　He　would　make　her　weep。
　　　　　　　Nothing　makes　Semirhage　weep；　Lews　Therin　muttered。　She　gives　tears　to　others；　but　she　has　none　herself。
　　　　　　　Rand　laughed　softly。　If　she　came　today；　he　would　make　her　weep。　Her　and　the　rest　of　the　Forsaken　together；　if　they　came　today。　Most　assuredly　he　would　make　the　Seanchan　weep。
　　　　　　　Not　everyone　was　pleased　with　the　orders　he　had　given。　Sunamon's　oily　smile　vanished　when　he　thought　Rand　did　not　see。　Torean　had　a　flask　in　his　saddlebags；　no　doubt　brandy；　or　maybe　several　flasks；　because　he　drank　steadily　and　never　appeared　to　run　dry。　Semaradrid　and　Marcolin　and　Tihera　each　appeared　in　front　of　Rand　to　protest　the　numbers　with　somber　faces。　A　few　years　before；　close　on　six　thousand　men　would　have　been　army　enough　for　any　war；　but　they　had　seen　armies　in　the　tens　of　thousands；　now；　hundreds　of　thousands；　as　in　Artur　Hawkwing's　day；　and　to　go　against　the　Seanchan；　they　wanted　far　more。　He　sent　them　away　disgruntled。　They　did　not　understand　that　fifty…odd　Asha'man　were　as　big　a　hammer　as　anyone　could　wish　for。　Rand　wondered　what　they　would　have　said　had　he　told　them　he　was　hammer　enough　by　himself。　He　had　considered　doing　this　by　himself。　It　might　e　to　that　yet。
　　　　　　　Weiramon　came；　he　did　not　like　having　to　take　orders　from　Bashere；　or　the　fact　that　they　were　going　into　mountains　…　very　hard　to　mount　a　decent　charge　in　mountains　…　or　several　other　things　…　Rand　was　certain　there　were　at　least　several　more　…　that　Rand　did　not　let　him　utter。
　　　　　　　〃The　Saldaean　seems　to　believe　I　should　ride　on　the　right　flank；〃　Weiramon　muttered　disparagingly。　He　twisted　his　shoulders　as　though　the　right　flank　were　a　great　insult；　for　some　reason。　〃And　the　foot；　my　Lord　Dragon。　Really；　I　think　…　〃
　　　　　　　〃I　think　you　should　get　your　men　ready；〃　Rand　said　coldly。　Part　of　the　chill　was　the　effect　of　floating　in　emotionless　emptiness。　〃Or　you　won't　be　on　any　flank。〃　He　meant　that　he　would　leave　the　man　behind　if　he　was　not　ready　in　time。　Surely　such　a　fool　could　not　make　much　trouble　left　in　this　remote　spot　with　only　a　few　armsmen。　Rand　would　be　back　before　he　could　ride　to　anything　larger　than　a　village。
　　　　　　　Blood　drained　from　Weiramon's　face；　though。　〃As　my　Lord　Dragon　mands；〃　he　said；　briskly　for　him；　and　was　whirling　his　horse　away　before　the　words　were　well　out　of　his　mouth。　His　mount　was　a　tall　deep…chested　bay；　today。
　　　　　　　The　pale　Lady　Ailil　reined　to　a　stop　in　front　of　Rand；　acpanied　by　the　High　Lady　Anaiyella；　a　strange　pair　to　be　in　pany；　and　not　just　because　their　nations　hated　one　another。　Ailil　was　tall　for　a　Cairhienin　woman；　if　only　for　a　Cairhienin；　and　everything　about　her　was　dignity　and　precision；　from　the　arch　of　her　eyebrow　to　the　turn　of　her　red…gloved　wrist　to　the　way　her　pearl…collared　rain　cape　lay　spread　across　the　rump　of　her　smoke…gray　mare。　Unlike　Semaradrid　or　Marcolin；　Weiramon　or　Tihera；　she　did　not　so　much　as　blink　at　the　sight　of　raindrops　sliding　down　nothing　around　him。　Anaiyella　did　blink。　And　gasp。　And　titter　behind　her　hand。　Anaiyella　was　willowy　and　darkly　beautiful；　her　rain　cape　collared　with　rubies　and　embroidered　with　gold　besides；　but　there　any　resemblance　to　Ailil　ended。　Anaiyella　was　all　mincing　elegance　and　simpers。　When　she　bowed；　her　white　gelding　did；　too；　bending　its　forelegs。　The　prancing　animal　was　showy；　but　Rand　suspected　it　had　no　bottom。　Like　its　mistress。
　　　　　　　〃My　Lord　Dragon；〃　Ailil　said；　〃I　must　make　one　more　protest　against　my　inclusion　in　this。。。　expedition。〃　Her　voice　was　coolly　neutral；　if　not　exactly　unfriendly。　〃I　will　send　my　retainers　where　you　mand　and　when；　but　I　have　no　desire　at　all　to　be　in　the　thick　of　a　battle。〃
　　　　　　　〃Oh；　no；〃　Anaiyella　added；　with　a　delicate　shudder。　Even　her　tone　simpered！　〃Nasty　things；　battles。　So　my　Master　of　the　Horse　says。　Surely　you　won't　really　make　us　go；　my　Lord　Dragon？　We've　heard　you　have　a　particular　care　for　women。　Haven't　we；　Ailil？〃
　　　　　　　Rand　was　so　astonished　that　the　Void　collapsed；　and　saidin　vanished。　Raindrops　began　to　trickle　through　his　hair　and　seep　through　his　coat；　but　for　a　moment；　clutching　his　saddle's　high　pommel　to　hold　himself　upright；　seeing　four　women　instead　of　two；　he　was　too　stunned　to　notice。　How　much　did　they　know？　They　had　heard？　How　many　people　knew？　How　did　anyone　know？　Light；　rumor　had　him　killing　Morgase；　Elayne；　Colavaere；　a　hundred　women　probably；　and　each　in　a　worse　way　than　the　last！　He　swallowed　against　the　urge　to　sick　up。　That　was　only　partly　saidin's　fault。　Burn　me；　how　many　spies　are　there　watching　me？　The　thought　was　a　growl。
　　　　　　　The　dead　watch；　Lews　Therin　whispered。　The　dead　never　close　their　eyes。　Rand　shivered。
　　　　　　　〃I　do　try　to　be　careful　of　women；〃　he　told　them　when　he　could　speak。　Faster　than　a　man；　and　for　half　the　reason。　〃That's　why　I　want　keep　you　close　the　next　few　days。　But　if　you　really　dislike　the　idea　so　much；　I　could　tell　off　one　of　the　Asha'man。　You'd　be　safe　at　the　Black　Tower。〃　Anaiyella　squeaked　prettily；　but　her　face　went　gray。
　　　　　　　〃Thank　you；　no；〃　Ailil　said　after　a　moment；　absolutely　calm。　〃I　suppose　I　had　best　confer　with　my　lance…captain　about　what　to　expect。〃　But　she　paused　in　turning　her　mare　away；　and　regarded　Rand　with　a　sidelong　look。　〃My　brother　Toram　is。。。　impetuous；　my　Lord　Dragon。　Even　rash。　I　am　not。〃
　　　　　　　Anaiyella　smiled　much　too　sweetly　at　Rand；　and　actually　wriggled　slightly　before　following；　but　once　she　faced　away　from　him；　she　dug　in　her　heels　and　worked　her　jewel…handled　quirt；　quickly　passing　the　other　woman。　That　white　gelding　showed　a　surprising　turn　of　speed。
　　　　　　　At　last　all　was　ready；　the　columns　formed；　snaking　back　over　the　low　hills。
　　　　　　　〃Begin；〃　Rand　told　Gedwyn；　who　wheeled　his　horse　and　began　barking　orders　to　his　men。　The　eight　Dedicated　rode　forward　and　dismounted　on　the　ground　they　had　memorized；　facing　the　mountains。　One　of　them　looked　familiar；　a　grizzled　fellow　whose　pointed　Tairen　beard　appeared　odd　on　his　wrinkled　countryman's　face。　Eight　vertical　lines　of　sharp　blue　light　turned　and　became　openings　that　showed　slightly　different　views　of　a　long；　sparsely　wooded　mountain　valley　rising　to　a　steep　pass。　In　Altara。　In　the　Venir　Mountains。
　　　　　　　Kill　them；　Lews　Therin　wept　pleadingly。　They're　too　dangerous　to　live！　Without　thought；　Rand　suppressed　the　voice。　Another　man　channeling　often　brought　that　reaction　from　Lews　Therin；　or　even　a　man　who　could。　He　no　longer　wondered　why。
　　　　　　　Rand　muttered　a　mand；　and　Flinn　blinked　in　surprise　before　hurrying　to　join　the　line　and　weave　a　ninth　gateway。　None　was　as　large　as　Rand　could　make；　but　any　would　pass　a　cart；　if　closely。　He　had　intended　to　do　that　himself；　but　he　did　not　want　to　chance　seizing　saidin　again　in　front　of　everyone。　He　noticed　Gedwyn　and　Rochaid　watching　him；　wearing　identical　knowing　smiles。　And　Dashiva　as　well；　frowning；　lips　moving　as　he　talked　to　himself。　Was　it　his　imagination；　or　was　Narishma　eyeing　him　askance　too？　And　Adley？　Morr？
　　　　　　　Rand　shivered　before　he　could　stop　himself。　Mistrust　of　Gedwyn　and　Rochaid　was　simple　sense；　but　was　he　ing　down　with　what　Nynaeve　had　called　the　dreads？　A　kind　of　madness；　a　crippling　dark　suspicion　of　everyone　and　everything？　There　had　been　a　Coplin；　Benly；　who　thought　everybody　was　scheming　against　him。　He　had　starved　to　death　when　Rand　was　a　boy；　refusing　to　eat　for　fear　of　poison。
　　　　　　　Ducking　low　on　Tai'daishar's　neck；　Rand　heeled　the　gelding　through　the　largest　gateway。　Flinn's；　as　it　happened；　but　he　would　have　ridden　through　one　made　by　Gedwyn　right　then。　He　was　the　first　onto　Altaran　soil。
　　　　　　　The　others　followed　quickly；　the　Asha'man　first　of　all。　Dashiva　stared　in　Rand's　dire