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Elayne wanted to say something sharp to him； but they had reached the foot of the dock； and she watched in silence while he hired sedan chairs and bearers； and a dozen men with stout staves and hard faces。 Guards with swords and spears stood at the end of the dock； with the look of hired men； not soldiers。 From across the wide street along the row of docks； hundreds of defeated； sunken faces stared at the guards。 Sometimes eyes flickered toward the ships； but mainly they fixed on the men holding them back from those ships。 Remembering what Coine had said about people here mobbing her vessel； desperate to buy passage anywhere away from Tanchico； Elayne shivered。 When these hungry eyes looked at the ships； need burned in them。 Elayne sat rigidly in her chair as it jounced through the crowds behind prodding staves； and tried not to look at anything。 She did not want to see those faces。 Where was their king？ Why was he not taking care of them？
A sign above the gate of the white…plastered inn Domon took them to； below the Great Circle； proclaimed the Three Plum Court。 The only court Elayne saw was the high…walled courtyard paved with flagstones in front of the inn； which was three square stories with no windows near the ground and the upper windows grilled with fanciful ironwork。 Inside； men and women crowded the mon room； most in Tanchican clothes； and the buzz of voices nearly drowned out the tune of a hammered dulcimer。
Nynaeve gasped at her first sight of the innkeeper； a pretty woman not much older than herself with brown eyes and pale honey braids； her veil not hiding a plump rosebud of a mouth。 Elayne gave a start； too； but it was not Liandrin。 The woman … her name was Rendra … obviously knew Domon well。 With weling smiles for Elayne and Nynaeve； and making much over Thom being a gleeman； she gave them her last two rooms at what Elayne suspected might be less than the going rate。
Elayne made sure she and Nynaeve got the one with the larger bed； she had shared a bed with Nynaeve before； and the woman was free with her elbows。
Rendra also provided supper in a private room； laid out by two veiled young serving men。 Elayne found herself staring at a plate of a roast lamb with spiced apple jelly and some sort of long yellowish beans prepared with pinenuts。 She could not touch it。 All those hungry faces。 Domon ate readily enough； him and his smuggling and his gold。 Thom and Juilin showed no reticence either。
〃Rendra；〃 Nynaeve said quietly； 〃does anyone here help the poor？ I can lay my hands on a good bit of gold if it would help。〃
〃You could donate to Bayle's kitchen；〃 the innkeeper replied； giving Domon a smile。 〃The man avoids all of the taxes； yet he taxes himself。 For each crown he gives as the bribe； he gives two for the soup and the bread for the poor。 He has even talked me into giving； and I pay my taxes。〃
〃It do be less than the taxes；〃 Domon muttered； hunching his shoulders defensively。 〃I do make a very healthy profit； Fortune prick me if I do no。〃
〃It is good that you like to help people； Master Domon；〃 Nynaeve said when Rendra and the servants had gone。 Thom and Juilin both get up to see they really had gone。 With a half…bow； Thom let Juilin open the door； the hall outside was empty。 Nynaeve went right on。 〃We may need your help； too。〃
The Illianer's knife and fork paused in cutting a piece of lamb。 〃How？〃 he asked suspiciously。
〃I do not know exactly； Master Domon。 You have ships。 You must have men。 We may need ears and eyes。 Some of the Black Ajah may very well be in Tanchico； and we must find them if they are。〃 Nynaeve lifted a forkful of beans to her mouth as if she had said nothing out of the ordinary。 She seemed to be telling everyone about the Black Ajah of late。
Domon gaped at her； then stared incredulously at Thom and Juilin as they settled back in their chairs。 When they nodded； he pushed his plate aside and put his head down on his arms。 He very nearly earned himself a thump from Nynaeve； if the way her mouth tightened was any indication； and Elayne would not have blamed her。 Why should he need them to confirm her word？
Finally Domon roused himself。 〃It do be going to happen again。 Falme all over。 Maybe it do be time for me to pack up and go。 If I do take the ships I have back to Illian； I will be a wealthy man there； too。〃
〃I doubt you'd find Illian congenial；〃 Nynaeve told him in a firm voice。 〃I understand that Sammael rules there now； if not openly。 You might not enjoy your wealth under one of the Forsaken。〃 Domon's eyes nearly came out of his head； but she went right on。 〃There are no safe places any longer。 You can run like a rabbit； but you cannot hide。 Is it not better to do what you can to fight back like a man？〃
Nynaeve was being too hard； she always had to bully people。 Elayne smiled and leaned over to put a hand on Domon's arm。 〃We do not mean to browbeat you； Master Domon； but we truly may need your help。 I know you for a brave man； else you would not have waited for us as long as you did at Falme。 We will be most grateful。〃
〃You do this very well；〃 Domon muttered。 〃One with an ox driver's stick； the other with a queen's honey。 Oh； very well。 I will help as I can。 But I will no promise to remain for another Falme。〃
Thom and Juilin set in to question him closely about Tanchico as they ate。 At least； Juilin did in a roundabout manner； suggesting questions to Thom about what districts thieves and cutpurses and burglars frequented； what wineshops they used； and who bought their stolen goods。 The thief…catcher maintained that such people often knew more of what was going on in a city than the authorities did。 He did not seem to want to talk to the Illianer directly； and Domon snorted every time he answered one of the Tairen's questions put by Thom。 He did not answer until they were put by Thom。 Thom's own questions made no sense； at least not ing from a gleeman。 He asked of nobles and factions； of who was allied to whom and who opposed； of who had what stated aims； and what their actions brought about； and whether the results were different from what they supposedly wanted。 Not the kind of questions she expected from him at all； even after all their conversations on Wavedancer。 He had been willing enough to talk with her … he even seemed to enjoy it … but somehow every time she thought she might dig out something about his past； that was just when he managed to put her back up and send her stalking away。 Dornon answered Thom with more alacrity than he did Juilin。 In either case； though； he seemed to know Tanchico very well； both its lords and officials and its dark underbelly； as he talked； it often sounded as if there were little difference。
Once the two men had wrung the smuggler dry； Nynaeve summoned Rendra to bring pen and ink and paper； and wrote out a list describing each of the Black sisters。 Holding the sheets gingerly in one big hand； Domon frowned at them uneasily； as though they were the women themselves； but he promised to have such of his men as were in port keep their eyes open。 When Nynaeve reminded him that they all should take extreme care； he laughed the way he would had she told him not to run himself through with a sword。
Juilin left on Domon's heels； twirling his pale staff and saying night was the best time to find thieves and people who lived off thieves。 Nynaeve announced she was retiring to her room … her room … to lie down awhile。 She looked a bit unsteady； and suddenly Elayne realized why。 Nynaeve had bee used to Wavedancer's heaving； now she was having trouble with the ground not heaving。 The woman's stomach was not a pleasant traveling panion。
She herself followed Thom down to the mon room； where he had promised Rendra he would perform。 For a wonder she found a bench at an empty table； and cool looks sufficed to ward off the men who suddenly seemed to want to sit there。 Rendra brought her a silver cup of wine； and she sipped as she listened to Thom play his harp； singing love songs like 〃The First Rose of Summer〃 and 〃The Wind That 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 ab