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cracked clay； yellow or brown or something between； it was stony and stark； and everywhere split by dry gulleys and hollows。 The scattered vegetation was sparse and low； thorny bushes and leafless things with spines； the few blossoms； white or red or； yellow； were startling in their isolation。 Occasionally stretches of tough grass covered the ground； and rarely； there was a stunted tree also likely to have thorns or spines。 pared to Chaendaer and the valley of Rhuidean； it almost looked lush。 The air was so clear； the land so barren； it seemed Rand could see for miles and miles。
That air was no less dry； though； the heat no less relentless； with the sun a lump of molten gold high in a cloudless sky。 Rand had wrapped a shoufa around his head in an effort to keep the sun off； and drank from the waterbag on Jeade'en's saddle frequently。 Oddly； wearing his coat seemed to help； he did not sweat any less； but his shirt stayed damp beneath the red wool； cooling him somewhat。 Mat used a strip of cloth to tie a large white kerchief atop his head； like some odd cap that hung down the back of his neck； and he kept shading his eyes against the glare。 He carried the raven…marked sword…spear like a lance； the butt tucked into his stirrup。
Four hundred or so Jindo prised their party； Rand and Mat rode at the front alongside Rhuarc and Heirn。 The Aiel walked； of course； their tents and some of the booty from Tear on pack mules and horses。 A number of the Jindo Maidens fanned ahead as scouts； and Stone Dogs trailed behind as a rear guard； with the main column hedged by watchful eyes； ready spears； and bows with arrows nocked。 Supposedly the Peace of Rhuidean extended until those who had gone to Chaendaer returned to their own holds； but as Rhuarc explained to Rand； mistakes had been known to happen； and apologies and bloodprice did not bring the dead out of their graves。 Rhuarc seemed to think a mistake especially likely this time； certainly in part because of the Shaido party。
The lands of the Shaido clan lay beyond those of the Jindo's Taardad； in the same direction from Chaendaer； and they paralleled the Jindo some quarter of a mile distant。 According to Rhuarc； Couladin should have waited another day for his brother to return。 That Rand had seen Muradin after he had plucked out his own eyes made no difference； ten days was the time allotted。 To leave sooner was to abandon whoever had entered Rhuidean。 Yet Couladin had set the Shaido to folding their tents as soon as he saw the Jindo pack animals being loaded。 The Shaido moved along now with their own scouts and rear guard； seemingly ignoring the Jindo； but the space between never widened much beyond three hundred paces。 It was usual to have witnesses from perhaps half a dozen of the larger septs when a man sought the marking of a clan chief。 Couladin's people outnumbered the Jindo by at least two to one。 Rand suspected that the third party； halfway between Shaido and Taardad； was the reason the interval did not narrow suddenly and violently。
The Wise Ones walked just like all the other Aiel； including those strange； white…robed men and women Rhuarc called gai'shain； who led their packhorses。 Not servants； exactly； but Rand was unsure he really understood Rhuarc's explanation about honor and obligation and captives； Heirn had been even more confusing； as though making an effort to explain why water was wet。 Moiraine； Egwene and Lan rode with the Wise Ones； or at least the two women did。 The Warder had his warhorse a little off on the side of the Shaido； watching them as closely as he did the rugged landscape。 Sometimes Moiraine or Egwene or both got down to walk awhile； talking with the Wise Ones。 Rand would have given his last penny to hear what they said。 They looked in his direction often； quick glances that he was doubtless not supposed to notice。 For some reason； Egwene was wearing her hair in two braids； plaited with lengths of red ribbon； like a bride's。 He did not know why。 He had mented on them before leaving Chaendaer … just mentioned them … and she nearly took his head off。
〃Elayne is the woman for you。〃
He looked down at Aviendha in confusion。 The challenging look was back in her blue…green eyes； but still layered atop stark dislike。 She had been waiting outside the tent when he awoke that morning； and had not strayed more than three paces from him since。 Clearly the Wise Ones had set her to spy； and clearly he was not supposed to realize it。 She was pretty； and he was assumed to be fool enough not to see beyond that。 No doubt that was the real reason she wore skirts now； and carried no weapon beyond a small beltknife。 Women seemed to think men were simple…minded。 e to think of it； none of the other Aiel had mented at her change of clothing； but even Rhuarc avoided looking at her for too long。 Probably they knew why she was there； or had some inkling of the Wise Ones' plan； and did not want to speak of it。
Rhuidean。 He still did not know why she had gone； Rhuarc muttered about 〃women's business；〃 plainly reluctant to discuss it around her。 Considering the way she clung to Rand's side； that meant not discussing it at all。 The clan chief was certainly listening now； and Heirn； and every Jindo in earshot。 It was hard to tell with Aiel； sometimes； but he thought they looked amused。 Mat was whistling softly； ostentatiously looking at anything but the two of them。 Even so； this was the first time all day she had spoken to him。
〃What do you mean？〃 he asked。
Her bulky skirts did not hinder her； walking along beside Jeade'en。 No； not walking。 Stalking。 If she were a cat； she would be lashing her tail。 〃Elayne is a wetlander； your own kind。〃 She tossed her head arrogantly。 The short tail that Aiel warriors wore at the nape of the neck was missing。 The folded scarf around her temples nearly enveloped her hair。 〃Exactly the woman for you。 Is she not beautiful？ Her back is straight； her limbs supple and strong； her lips like plump love…apples。 Her hair is spun gold； her eyes blue sapphires。 Her skin is smoother than the finest silk； her bosom fine and well…rounded。 Her hips are …〃
He cut her off frantically； his cheeks heating。 〃I know she's pretty。 What are you doing？〃
〃I am describing her。〃 Aviendha frowned up him。 〃Have you seen her in her bath？ There is no need for me to describe her if you have seen …〃
〃I have not seen！〃 He wished he did not sound strangled。 Rhuarc and the others were listening； faces too blank for anything but amusement。 Mat rolled his eyes with an open； roguish grin。
The woman only shrugged and rearranged her shawl。 〃She should have arranged it。 But I have seen her； and I will act as her near sister。〃 The emphasis seemed to say his 〃near sister〃 might have done the same； Aiel customs were strange； but this was mad！ 〃Her hips …〃
〃Stop that！〃
She gave him a sideways glare。 〃She is the woman for you。 Elayne has laid her heart at your feet for a bridal wreath。 Do you think there was anyone in the Stone of Tear who does not know？〃
〃I do not want to talk about Elayne；〃 he told her firmly。 Certainly not if she meant to go on as she had begun。 The thought made his face go hot again。 The woman did not seem to care what she said； or who heard！
〃You do well to blush； putting her aside when she has bared her heart to you。〃 Aviendha's voice was hard and contemptuous。 〃Two letters she wrote； baring all as if she had stripped herself beneath your mother's roof； You entice her into corners for kisses； then reject her。 She meant every word of those letters； Rand al'Thor！ Egwene told me so。 She meant every word。 What do you mean toward her； wetlander？〃
Rand scrubbed a hand through his hair； and had to rearrange his shoufa。 Elayne meant every word？ In both letters？ That was flat impossible。 One contradicted the other nearly point for point！ Suddenly he gave a start。 Egwene had told her？ About Elayne's letters？ Did women discuss these things among themselves？ Did they plan out between them how best to confuse a man？
He found himself missing Min。 Min had never made him look a fool。 Well； not more than once or twice。 And she had never insulted him。 Well； she had called him 〃sheepherder〃 a few times。 But he felt fortable around her； warm； in a strange way。 She never made him feel a plete idiot； like Elayne； and Aviendha。
His silence seemed to irritate the Aiel woman more； if such was possible。 Muttering to herself； striding along as though she wanted to trample something； she adjusted and readjusted her shawl half a dozen times。 Finally her grumbling faded away。 Instead； she began staring at him。 Like a vulture。 He could not see how she did not trip and fall on her face。
〃Why are you looking at me like that？〃 he demanded。
〃I am listening； Rand al'Thor； since you wish me to be silent。〃 She smiled around gritted teeth。 〃Do you not enjoy having me listen to you？〃
He glanced beyond her at Mat； who shook his head。 There was just no understanding women。 Rand tried to set himself to considering what lay ahead； but it was difficult with the woman's eyes on him。 Pretty eyes； if they had not been full of spite； but he did wish she would look at something else。
Shading his eyes against the sun's glare； Mat did his best to avoid looking at Rand and the Aiel woman striding along between their horses。 He could not understand why Rand put up with her。 Aviendha was pretty enough； to be sure … more than just pretty； especially now she wore a semblance of proper clothes … but with a viper for a tongue and a temper to make Nynaeve look meek。 He was just glad Rand was stuck with her and not him。
He pulled the kerchief from his head and wiped the sweat off of his face； then tied it back。 The heat and the eternal sun in his eyes were beginning to get to him。 Was there no such thing as shade in this whole land？ Sweat stung his wounds。 He had refused Healing the night before； when Moiraine wakened him after he had finally gotten to sleep。 A few cuts were a small price to avoid having the Power used on you； and the Wise Ones' filthy…tasting tea had settled his headache。 Well； after a fashion； anyway。 What else ailed him； he did not think Moiraine could do anything about； and he had no intention of telling her until he understood it himself。 If then。 He didn't even want to think of it。
Moiraine and the Wise Ones were watching him。 Watching Rand； actually； he supposed； but it felt the same。 Surprisingly； the sun…haired one； Melaine； had climbed up on Aldieb behind the Aes Sedai； riding awkwardly and holding Moiraine around the waist as they talked。 He had not known Aiel would ride at all。 A very pretty woman； Melaine； with those fiery green eyes。 Except； of course； that she could channel。 A man would have to be an utter fool to tangle himself with one of those。 Shifting in Pips's saddle； he reminded himself that it did not matter to him what Aiel did。
I've been to Rhuidean。 I've done what those snake folk said I had to。 And what did he have to show for it？ This bloody spear； a silver medallion； and。。。 I could go now。 If I have any sense； I will。
He could go。 Try to find his own way out of the Waste before he died of thirst or sunstroke。 He could if Rand was not still pulling at him； holding him。 The easiest manner of finding out was just to try leaving。 Looking at the bleak landscape； he grimaced。 A wind picked up … it felt as if it blew across an overheated cookstove … and small whirlwinds spun funnels of yellow dust across the cracked ground。 Heat…haze made the distant mountains shimmer。 Maybe it was best to stay around a while longer。
One of the Maidens who had been scouting ahead came trotting back and fell in beside Rhuarc； speaking for his ear alone。 She flashed Mat a grin when she was done； and he busied himself picking a sharp burr out of Pips's mane。 He remembered her all too well； a red…haired woman named Dorindha； about Egwene's age。 Dorindha was one of those who had talked him into trying Maidens' Kiss。 She had collected the first forfeit。 It was not that he did not want to meet her eyes； certainly not that he could not； keeping your horse free of burrs and the like was important。
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