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ng on his chest。 Amys gripped a stone mortar between her knees； blending some ointment with a pestle； while Bair and Seana had their heads together over herbs brewing in a pot of hot water。
Melaine grimaced at Lan and Rhuarc then fixed Rand with cool green eyes。 〃Strip to the waist；〃 she said curtly。 〃The cuts on your head do not seem too bad； but let me see what has you hunched over。〃 She struck a small brass gong； and another white…robed woman ducked in at the back of the tent； a steaming silver basin in her hands and cloths over her arm。
Rand took a seat on a cushion； making himself sit up straight。 〃That's nothing to worry yourself about；〃 he assured her。 The second woman in white knelt gracefully by his side and； resisting his efforts to take the damp cloth she wrung out in the basin； began gently washing his face。 He wondered who she was。 She looked Aiel； but she certainly did not act it。 Her gray eyes held a determined meekness。
〃It is an old injury；〃 Egwene told the sun…haired Wise One。 〃Moiraine has never been able to Heal it properly。〃 The look she gave Rand said mon courtesy should have made him tell as much。 From the glances that passed among the Wise Ones； though； he thought she had said more than enough already。 A wound Aes Sedai could not Heal； that was a puzzle to them。 Moiraine seemed to know more about him than he knew about himself； and he had a hard time dealing with her。 Maybe it would go easier with the Wise Ones if they had to guess about him。
Mat winced as Amys began rubbing her ointment into the slashes on his chest。 If it felt anything like it smelled； Rand thought he had cause to wince。 Bair shoved a silver cup at Mat。 〃Drink； young man。 Timsin root and silverleaf will help your headaches if anything can。〃
He did not hesitate before gulping it down； a shudder and a twisted face followed。 〃Tastes like the inside of my boots。〃 But he gave her a seated bow； formal enough for a Tairen except for his being shirtless； and only spoiled a bit by his sudden grin。 〃I thank you； Wise One。 And I won't ask if you added anything just to give it that。。。 memorable。。。 taste。〃 Bair and Seana's soft laughter might have e because they had or because they had not； but it seemed that as usual Mat had found a way to get on the good of side of the women。 Even Melaine gave him a brief smile。
〃Rhuarc；〃 Rand said； 〃if Couladin thinks to make difficulties； I need to jump ahead of him。 How do I go about telling the other clan chiefs？ About me。 About these。〃 He shifted his Dragon…twined arms。 The white…robed woman at his side； cleaning the long gash in his hair now； deliberately avoided looking at them。
〃There is no set formality；〃 Rhuarc said。 〃How could there be； for a thing that will happen only once？ When there must be a meeting between clan chiefs； there are places where something like the Peace of Rhuidean holds。 The closest to Cold Rocks； the closest to Rhuidean； is Alcair Dal。 You could show proofs to the clan and sept chiefs there。〃
〃Al'cair Dal？〃 Mat said； giving it a subtly different sound。 〃The Golden Bowl？〃
Rhuarc nodded。 〃A round canyon； though there is nothing golden about it。 There is a ledge at one end； and a man who stands there can be heard by anyone in the canyon without raising his voice。〃
Rand frowned at the Dragons on his forearms。 He was not the only one to have been marked in some way in Rhuidean。 Mat no longer spoke a few words of the Old Tongue now and then without knowing what he was saying。 He understood； since Rhuidean； though he did not appear to realize it。 Egwene was watching Mat。 Thoughtfully。 She had spent too much time with Aes Sedai。
〃Rhuarc； can you send messengers out to the clan chiefs？〃 he said。 〃How long will it take to ask them all to Alcair Dal？ What will it take to make sure they e？〃
〃Messengers will take weeks； and more weeks for everyone to gather。〃 Rhuarc's gesture took in all four Wise Ones。 〃They can speak to every clan chief in his dreams in one night； to every sept chief。 And every Wise One； to make sure no man takes it for just a dream。 〃
〃I appreciate your confidence that we can move mountains； shade of my heart；〃 Amys said wryly； settling herself beside Rand with her ointment； 〃but that does not make it so。 It would take several nights to do what you suggest； with little rest in them。〃
Rand caught her hand as she started to rub the sharp…smelling mixture on his cheek。 〃Will you do it？〃
〃Are you so eager to destroy us？〃 she demanded； then bit her lip vexedly as the white…cowled woman on Rand's other side started。
Melaine clapped her hands twice。 〃Leave us；〃 she said sharply； and the women in white bowed their way out with their basins and cloths。
〃You goad me like a needleburr next to the skin；〃 Amys told Rand bitterly。 〃Whatever they are told； those women will talk now of what they should not know。〃 She pulled her hand free； began rubbing in the ointment with perhaps more energy than was necessary。 It stung worse than it smelled。
〃I do not mean to goad you；〃 Rand said； 〃but there is no time。 The Forsaken are loose； Amys； and if they find out where I am； or what I plan。。。 〃 The Aiel women did not seem surprised。 Had they known already？ 〃Nine still live。 Too many； and those that don't want to kill me think they can use me。 I have no time。 If I knew a way to bring all the clan chiefs here now； and make them accept me； I'd use it。〃
〃What is it you plan？〃 Amys voice was as stony as her face。
〃Will you ask … tell … the chiefs to e to Alcair Dal？〃
For a long moment she met his stare。 When she finally nodded； it was grudging。
Begrudged or not； some of the tension went out of him。 There was no way to win back seven lost days； but perhaps he could avoid losing more。 Moiraine； still in Rhuidean with Aviendha； held him here yet； though。 He could not simply abandon her。
〃You knew my mother；〃 he said。 Egwene leaned forward； as intent as he； and Mat shook his head。
Amys's hand paused on his face。 〃I knew her。〃
〃Tell me about her。 Please。〃
She shifted her attention to the slash above his ear； if a frown could have Healed； he would not have needed her ointment。 Finally she said； 〃Shaiel's story； as I know it； begins when I was still Far Dareis Mai； more than a year before I gave up the spear。 A number of us had ranged almost to the Dragonwall together。 One day we saw a woman； a golden…haired young wetlander； in silks； with packhorses and a fine mare to ride。 A man we would have killed； of course； but she had no weapon beyond a simple knife at her belt。 Some wanted to run her back to the Dragonwall naked。。。 〃 Egwene blinked； she seemed continually surprised at how hard the Aiel were。 Amys continued without pause。 〃。 。 。 she seemed to be searching determinedly for something。 Curious； we followed； day by day； without letting her see。 Her horses died； her food ran out； her water； but she did not turn back。 She stumbled on afoot； until finally she fell and could not rise。 We decided to give her water； and ask her story。 She was near death； and it was a full day before she could speak。〃
〃Her name was Shaiel？〃 Rand said when she hesitated。 〃Where was she from？ Why did she e here？〃
〃Shaiel；〃 Bair said； 〃was the name she took for herself。 She never gave another in the time I knew her。 In the Old Tongue it would mean the Woman Who Is Dedicated。〃 Mat nodded agreement； not seeming to realize what he had done； Lan eyed him thoughtfully over a silver cup of water。 〃There was a bitterness in Shaiel； in the beginning；〃 she finished。
Sitting back on her heels beside Rand； Amys nodded。 〃She spoke of a child abandoned； a son she loved。 A husband she did not love。 Where； she would not say。 I do not think she ever forgave herself for leaving the child。 She would tell little beyond what she had to。 It was for us she had been searching； for Maidens of the Spear。 An Aes Sedai called Gitara Moroso； who had the Foretelling； had told her that disaster would befall her land and her people； perhaps the world； unless she went to dwell among the Maidens of the Spear； telling no one of her going。 She must bee a Maiden； and she could not return to her own land until the Maidens had gone to Tar Valon。〃
She shook her head wonderingly。 〃You must understand how it sounded； then。 The Maidens go to Tar Valon？ No Aiel had crossed the Dragonwall since the day we first reached the Three…fold Land。 It would be another four years before Laman's crime brought us into the wetlands。 And certainly no one not Aiel had ever bee a Maiden of the Spear。 Some of us thought her mad from the sun。 But she had a stubborn will； and somehow we found ourselves agreeing to let her try。〃
Gitara Moroso。 An Aes Sedai with the Foretelling。 Somewhere he had heard that name； but where？ And he had a brother。 A half…brother。 Growing up； he had wondered what it would be like to have a brother or a sister。 Who； and where？ But Amys was going on。
〃Almost every girl dreams of being a Maiden； and learns at least the rudiments of bow and spear； of fighting with hands and feet。 Even so； those who take the final step and wed the spear discover they know nothing。 It was harder for Shaiel。 The bow she knew well； but she had never run as far as a mile； or lived on what she could find。 A ten…year…old girl could beat her； and she did not even know what plants indicate water。 Yet she persevered。 In a year she had spoken her vows to the spear； bee a Maiden； adopted into the Chumai sept of the Taardad。〃
And eventually she had gone to Tar Valon with the Maidens； to die on the slopes of Dragonmount。 Half an answer； and leaving new questions。 If he could only have seen her face。
〃You have something of her in your features；〃 Seana said as though reading his thoughts。 She had settled herself cross…legged with a small silver cup of wine。 〃Less of Janduin。〃
〃Janduin？ My father？〃
〃Yes；〃 Seana said。 〃He was clan chief of the Taardad； then； the youngest in memory。 Yet he had a way to him； a power。 People listened to him； and would follow him； even those not of his clan。 He ended the blood feud between Taardad and Nakai after two hundred years； and made alliance not only with the Nakai； but the Reyn； and the Reyn were not far short of blood feud。 He very nearly ended the feud between Shaarad and Goshien； as well； and might have had Laman not cut down the Tree。 Young as he was； it was he who led the Taardad and Nakai； the Reyn and Shaarad； to seek Laman's bloodprice。〃
Was。 So he was dead now； too。 Egwene wore sympathy on her face。 Rand ignored it； he did not want sympathy。 How could he feel loss； for people he had never known？ Yet he did。 〃How did Janduin die？〃
The Wise Ones exchanged hesitant glances。 At last Amys said； 〃It was the beginning of the third year of the search for Laman when Shaiel found herself with child。 By the laws； she should have returned to the Three…fold Land。 A Maiden is forbidden to carry the spear while she carries a child。 But Janduin could forbid her nothing； had she asked the moon on a necklace； he would have tried to give it to her。 So she stayed； and in the last fight； before Tar Valon； she was lost； and the child was lost。 Janduin could not forgive himself for not making her obey the law。〃
〃He gave up his place as clan chief；〃 Bair said。 〃No one had ever done that before。 He was told it could not be done； but he simply walked away。 He went north with the young men； to hunt Trollocs and Myrddraal in the Blight。 It is a thing wild young men do； and Maidens with less sense than goats。 Those who returned said he was killed by a man； though。 They said Janduin claimed this man looked like Shaiel； and he would not raise his spear when the man ran him through。〃
Dead； then。 Both dead。 He would never lose his love for Tam； never stop thinking of him as father； but he wished he could have seen Janduin and Shaiel； just once。
Egwene tried to fort him； of course； the way women did。 There was no use trying to make her understand that what he had lost was something he had never had。 For memories of parents he had Tam al'Thor's quiet laugh； and dimmer remembrance of Kari al'Tho