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hat Shakes the Willow；〃 and funny songs like 〃Only One Boot〃 and 〃The Old Gray Goose。〃 His listeners were appreciative； slapping the tables for applause。 After a while Elayne slapped hers； too。 She had not drunk more than half her wine； but a handsome young serving man smiled at her and filled it up。 It was all strangely exciting。 In her whole life she had not been in an inn's mon room half a dozen times； and never to sip wine and be entertained like one of the mon people。
Flourishing his cloak to set the multihued patches fluttering； Thom told stories …〃Mara and the Three Foolish Kings；〃 and several tales about Anla； the Wise Counselor … and recited a long stretch of The Great Hunt of the Horn； reciting it so that horses seemed to prance and trumpets blare in the mon room； and men and women fought and loved and died。 On into the night he sang and recited； only pausing now and then to wet his throat with a sip of wine as the patrons eagerly clamored for more。 The woman who had been playing the dulcimer sat in a corner with her instrument on her knees and a sour expression on her face。 People often tossed coins to Thom … he had enlisted a small boy to gather them up … and it was unlikely they had produced as much for her music。
It all seemed to suit Thom； the harp； and especially the recital。 Well； he was a gleeman； but it seemed more than that。 Elayne could have sworn she had heard him recite The Great Hunt before； but in High Chant； not Plain。 How could that be？ He was just a simple old gleeman。
Finally； in the deep hours of the night； Thom bowed with a last sweeping flourish of his cloak and headed for the stairs amid great slapping of tables。 Elayne slapped hers as vigorously as anyone。
Rising to follow； she slipped and sat back down hard； frowning at her silver winecup。 It was full。 Surely she had drunk a little。 She felt dizzy for some reason。 Yes。 That sweet young man with those melting brown eyes had refilled her cup … how many times？ Not that it mattered。 She never drank more than one cup of wine。 Never。 It was being off Wavedancer and back on dry land。 She was reacting like Nynaeve。 That was all。
Getting carefully to her feet … and refusing the sweet young man's most solicitous offer of help … she managed to climb the stairs despite the way they swayed。 Not stopping at the second floor； where her and Nynaeve's room was； she went up to the third and knocked on Thom's door。 He opened it slowly； peering out suspiciously。 He seemed to have a knife in his hand； and then it was gone。 Strange。 She seized one of his long white mustaches。
〃I remember；〃 she said。 Her tongue did not seem to be working properly； the words sounded。。。 fuzzy。 〃I was sitting on your knee； and I pulled your mustache。。。〃 She gave it a yank to demonstrate； and he winced。 〃。 。 。 and my mother leaned over your shoulder and laughed at me。〃
〃I think it best you go to your room；〃 he said； trying to pry her hand free。 〃I think you need some sleep。〃
She refused to let go。 In fact； she seemed to have pushed him back into his room。 By his mustache。 〃My mother sat on your knee； too。 I saw it。 I remember。〃
〃Sleep is the thing； Elayne。 You will feel better in the morning。〃 He managed to get her hand loose and tried ushering her to the door； but she slipped around him。 The bed had no posts。 If she had a bedpost to hold on to； perhaps the room would stop tilting back and forth。
〃I want to know why Mother sat on your knee。〃 He stepped back； and she realized she was reaching for his mustache again。 〃You're a gleeman。 My mother would not sit on a gleeman's knee。〃
〃Go to bed； child。〃
〃I am not a child！〃 She stamped her foot angrily； and almost fell。 The floor was lower than it looked。 〃Not a child。 You will tell me。 Now！〃
Thom sighed and shook his head。 At last he said stiffly； 〃I was not always a gleeman。 I was a bard； once。 A Court…bard。 In Caemlyn； as it happens。 For Queen Morgase。 You were a child。 You are just remembering things wrong； that's all。〃
〃You were her lover； weren't you？〃 The flinch of his eyes was enough。 〃You were！ I always knew about Gareth Bryne。 At least； I figured it out。 But I always hoped she would marry him。 Gareth Bryne； and you； and this Lord Gaebril Mat said she looks calf…eyes at now； and。。。 How many more？ How many？ What makes her any different from Berelain； tripping every man who catches her eye into her bed。 She is no different …〃 Her vision shivered； and her head rang。 It took her a moment to realize he had slapped her。 Slapped her！ She drew herself up； wishing he would not sway。 〃How dare you？ I am Daughter…Heir of Andor； and I will not be …〃
〃You are a little girl with a skinful of wine throwing a temper tantrum；〃 he snapped。 〃And if I ever hear you say anything like that about Morgase again； drunk or sober； I'll put you over my knee however you channel！ Morgase is a fine woman； as good as any there is！〃
〃Is she？〃 Her voice quavered； and she realized she was crying。 〃Then why did she …？ Why …？〃 Somehow she had her face buried against his coat； and he was smoothing her hair。
〃Because it is lonely being a queen；〃 he said softly。 〃Because most men attracted to a queen see power； not a woman。 I saw a woman； and she knew it。 I suppose Bryne saw the same in her； and this Gaebril； too。 You have to understand； child。 Everyone wants someone in their life； someone who cares for them； someone they can care for。 Even a queen。〃
〃Why did you go away？〃 she mumbled into his chest。 〃You made me laugh。 I remember that。 You made her laugh； too。 And you rode me on your shoulder。〃
〃A long story。〃 He sighed painfully。 〃I will tell you another time。 If you ask。 With luck； you'll forget this by morning。 It's time for you to go to bed； Elayne。〃
He guided her to the door； and she took the opportunity to tug at his mustache again。 〃Like that；〃 she said with satisfaction。 〃I used to pull it just like that。〃
〃Yes； you did。 Can you make it downstairs by yourself？〃
〃Of course I can。〃 She gave him her haughtiest stare； but he looked readier than ever to follow her into the hall。 To prove there was no need； she walked … carefully … as far as the head of the stairs。 He was still frowning at her worriedly from the doorway when she started down。
Luckily she did not stumble until she was out of his sight； but she did walk right by her door and had to e back。 Something must have been wrong with that apple jelly； she knew she should not have eaten so much of it。 Lini always said 。 。 。 She could not remember what it was Lini said； but something about eating too many sweets。
There were two lamps burning in the room； one on the small round table by the bed and the other on the white…plastered mantel above the brick fireplace。 Nynaeve lay stretched out on the bed atop the coverlet； fully dressed。 With her elbows stuck out； Elayne noted。
She said the first thing that came into her head。 〃Rand must think I'm crazy； Thom is a bard； and Berelain isn't my mother after all。〃 Nynaeve gave her the oddest look。 〃I am a little dizzy for some reason。 A nice boy with sweet brown eyes offered to help me upstairs。〃
〃I will wager he did；〃 Nynaeve said； biting off each word。 Rising； she came to put an arm around Elayne's shoulders。 〃e over here a moment。 There's something I think you should see。〃 It appeared to be a bucket of extra water by the washstand。 〃Here。 We'll both kneel down so you can look。〃
Elayne did； but there was nothing in the bucket but her own reflection in the water； She wondered why she was grinning that way。 Then Nynaeve's hand went to the back of her neck； and her head was in the water。
Flailing her hands； she tried to straighten up； but Nynaeve's arm was like an iron bar。 You were supposed to hold your breath under water。 Elayne knew you were。 She just could not remember how。 All she could do was flail and gurgle and choke。
Nynaeve hauled her up； water streaming down her face； and she filled her lungs。 〃How dare … you；〃 she gasped。 〃I am … the Daughter…Heir of …〃 She managed to get out one wail before her head went back in with a splash。 Seizing the buc
