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t。〃 A grim； sour scent flashed from him despite the smile； and was gone。 〃But back in Cairhien； after we all have a bath and sleep in a bed。〃 Rand motioned for Dashiva to e closer。
The man was not skinny； yet he moved in a hesitant； creeping way； hands folded at his waist； that made him seem so。 〃My Lord Dragon？〃 he said； tilting his head。
〃Can you make a gateway； Dashiva？〃
〃Of course。〃 Dashiva began dry…washing his hands； flicking at his lips with the tip of his tongue； and Perrin wondered whether the man was always this jittery； or just when speaking to the Dragon Reborn。 〃That is to say； the M'hael teaches Traveling as soon as a student shows himself strong enough。〃
〃The M'Hael？〃 Rand said； blinking。
〃The Lord Mazrim Taim's title； my Lord Dragon。 It means 'leader。' In the Old Tongue。〃 The fellow's smile managed to be nervous and patronizing at the same time。 〃I read a great deal on the farm。 Every book the peddlers brought by。〃
〃The M'Hael；〃 Rand muttered disapprovingly。 〃Well； be that as it may。 Make me a gateway to near Cairhien； Dashiva。 It's time to see what the world has been up to while I was away； and what I have to do about it。〃 He laughed then； in a rueful way； but the sound of it made Perrin's skin prickle。
Chapter 3
（Flame of Tar Valon）
Hill of the Golden Dawn
On a wide low hilltop some miles north and east of the city of Cairhien； well away from any road or human habitation； a thin vertical slash of pure light appeared； taller than a man on a horse。 The ground sloped away in every direction； undulating gently； nothing more than occasional brush obscured the view for more than a mile； all the way to the surrounding forest。 Brown grass fell as the light seemed to rotate； widening into a square opening in midair。 A number of the dead stems were slit lengthwise； sliced finer than any razor could have。 By a hole in the air。
The instant the gateway was fully open； veiled Aiel poured out； men and Maidens； spreading in every direction to encircle the hill。 Almost hidden in the torrent； four sharp…eyed Asha'man took up positions around the gateway itself； peering toward the encircling woodland。 Nothing stirred except with the wind； dust； tall grass and branches in the distance； yet each Asha'man studied the vista with the fervor of a starving hawk searching for a rabbit。 A rabbit watching for a hawk might have been as intent； but never with that air of menace。
There was really no break in the flow。 One moment it was a flood of Aiel； the next； mounted Cairhienin armsmen galloping out two by two； the crimson Banner of Light going up at their head as soon as it cleared the gateway。 Without a pause Dobraine drew his men aside and began forming them up a little down the slope； helmeted and gauntleted in precise ranks； lances raised to the same angle。 Seasoned campaigners； they were ready to wheel and charge in any direction at his gesture。
On the heels of the last Cairhienin； Perrin rode Stepper through； the dun passing in one stride from the hill below Dumai's Wells to the hill in Cairhien； and ducked in spite of himself。 The upper edge of the thing stood well above his head； but he had seen the damage a gateway could do and had no wish to test whether they were safer standing still。 Loial and Aram followed close behind … the Ogier； afoot with his long…hafted axe on his shoulder； bent his knees … and then the Two Rivers men； crouching on their saddles well beyond the gateway。 Rad al'Dai carried the Red Wolfhead banner； Perrin's because everyone said it was； and Tell Lewin the Red Eagle。
Perrin tried not to look at those； especially the Red Eagle。 The Two Rivers men wanted things both ways。 He was a lord； so he had to have banners。 He was a lord； but when he told them to get rid of those bloody banners； they never vanished for long。 The Red Wolfhead named him something he was not and did not want to be； while the Red Eagle。。。 More than two thousand years after Manetheren died in the Trolloc Wars； close to a thousand after Andor swallowed part of what once had been Manetheren； that banner was still as good as an act of rebellion for an Andorman。 Legends still walked in some men's minds。 Of course it had been a few generations since Two Rivers folk had had any notion that they were Andormen； but Queens' minds did not change so easily。
He had met the new Queen of Andor what seemed a long time ago； in the Stone of Tear。 She had not been Queen then … and was not yet； really； until she was crowned in Caemlyn … but Elayne seemed a pleasant young woman； and pretty； though he was not partial to fair…haired women。 A bit taken with herself； of course； as Daughter…Heir。 Taken with Rand； too； if snuggling in corners meant anything。 Rand meant to give her not only the Lion Throne of Andor； but the Sun Throne of Cairhien。 Surely she would be grateful enough to let the flying of a flag pass when it did not really mean anything。 Watching the Two Rivers men deploy behind those banners； Perrin shook his head。 It was a worry for another day； in any case。
There was nothing like armsmen's precision in the Two Rivers men； most boys like Tod； farmers' sons and shepherds； yet they knew what to do。 Every fifth man took the reins of four more horses while the other riders hurriedly dismounted； longbows already strung and in hand。 Those on the ground straggled together in rough lines； looking around with more interest than anything else； but they checked their quivers with practiced gestures and handled their bows with familiarity； the great Two Rivers bows； even when strung nearly as tall as the men who drew them。 With those bows； not a man of them but could shoot farther than anyone outside the Two Rivers would believe。 And hit what he aimed at。
Perrin hoped there would be none of that today。 Sometimes he dreamed of a world where there never was。 And Rand。。。
〃Do you believe my enemies have been asleep while I was。。。 away？〃 Rand had said suddenly as they stood waiting for Dashiva to open the gateway。 He had on a coat rooted out of the wagons； well…cut green wool； but hardly what he usually wore now。 Short of taking the coat off a Warder's back or a cadin'sor from an Aielman； it was the only garment in the camp to fit him。 Truth； you would have thought he insisted on silk and fine embroidery； the way he had had those wagons searched top to bottom； yesterday and this morning。
The wagons stretched out in line； teams hitched； canvas covers and iron hoops taken down。 Kiruna and the rest of the sworn sisters sat packed into the lead wagon； and not happy。 They had ceased their protests as soon as they saw that protesting did no good； but Perrin could still hear coldly angry mutters。 At least they rode。 Their Warders surrounded the wagon afoot； silent and stony； while the Aes Sedai prisoners stood in a rigid； sullen cluster ringed by every Wise One who was hot with Rand； which was to say all but Sorilea and Amys。 The prisoners' Warders glowered in another clump a hundred paces off； cold death waiting despite their injuries and siswai'aman guards。 Except for Kiruna's big black； its reins held by Rand； and a mouse…colored mare with fine ankles for Min； the Aes Sedai's and Warders' horses not assigned to Asha'man … or used to fill out wagon teams； that had caused a motion worse than making their owners walk！ … were all tied to long lead lines fastened to the wagons' tailgates。
〃Do you believe it； Flinn？ Grady？〃
One of the Asha'man waiting to go through first； the stocky fellow with a farmer's face； looked at Rand uncertainly； then at the leathery old man with the limp。 Each wore a silver…sword pin on his collar； but not the Dragon。 〃Only a fool thinks his enemies stand still when he isn't looking； my Lord Dragon；〃 the old man said in a gruff voice。 He sounded like a soldier。
〃What about you； Dashiva？〃
Dashiva gave a start； surprised to be addressed。 〃I。。。 grew up on a farm。〃 He tugged his sword belt straight； which it did not need。 Supposedly they trained with the swords as much as with the Power； but Dashiva did not seem to know one end from the other。 〃I don't know much about having enemies。〃 Despite his awkwardness； there was a kind of insolence to him。 But then； the whole lot seemed weaned on arrogance。
〃If you stay near me；〃 Rand said softly； 〃you will。〃 His smile made Perrin shiver。 He smiled while he gave orders to go through the gateway as though they would be attacked on the other side。 There were enemies everywhere； he told them。 Always remember that。 There were enemies everywhere； and you never knew who。
The exodus continued unabated。 Wagons rumbled from Dumai's Wells to Cairhien； the sisters in the first like statues of ice being lurched about。 Their Warders trotted alongside； hands gripping sword hilts and eyes never resting on one spot； clearly they thought their Aes Sedai needed protection as much from those already on the hill as from anyone who might appear。 The Wise Ones marched through herding their charges； a number used sticks to prod the Aes Sedai along； though the sisters made a good job pretending there were neither Wise Ones nor prods。 The Shaido gai'shain came； trotting in a column four wide under the gaze of a single Maiden； she pointed to a place out of the way before darting to join the other Far Dareis Mai； and the gai'shain knelt there in lines； naked as jaybirds and proud as eagles。 The remaining Warders followed under their guard； radiating a massed fury that Perrin could smell over everything else； then Rhuarc with the rest of the siswai'aman and Maidens； and four more Asha'man； each leading a second horse for one of the first four； and Nurelle and his Winged Guards with their red…streamered lances。
The Mayeners were puffed up over being the rear guard； laughing and shouting boasts to the Cairhienin of what they would have done had the Shaido returned； though in fact they were not last。 Last of all came Rand on Kiruna's gelding； and Min on her mare。 Sorilea and Amys strode along to one side of the tall black horse； Nandera and half a dozen Maidens to the other； and Dashiva led a placid…looking bay mare at their heels。 The gateway winked out； and Dashiva blinked at where it had been； smiling faintly； then scrambled clumsily into the mare's saddle。 He seemed to be talking to himself； but it was probably because his sword tangled in his legs and he nearly fell。 Surely he was not mad already。
An army covered the hill； all arrayed for an attack that plainly was not ing。 A small army； only a few thousand； though it would have seemed fair…sized before the Aiel brought their numbers across the Dragonwall。 Guiding his horse slowly toward Perrin； Rand scanned the countryside。 The two Wise Ones followed closely； talking softly and watching him； Nandera and the Maidens followed； watching everything else。 Had Rand been a wolf； Perrin would have said he was testing the air。 He carried the Dragon Scepter across his high saddlebow； a two…foot length of spearhead decorated with a green…and…white tassel and carved with Dragons； and now and then he weighed it lightly in his hand as if to remind himself of it。
When Rand reined in； he studied Perrin as intently as he had the surrounding country。 〃I trust you；〃 he said finally； nodding。 Min stirred in her saddle； and he added； 〃And you； Min； of course。 And you； too； Loial。〃 The Ogier shifted uncertainly； with a hesitant glance for Perrin。 Rand looked around the hillside； at the Aiel and the Asha'man and all the rest。 〃So few I can trust；〃 he whispered tiredly。 His scent was jumbled enough for two men； anger and fear； determination and despair。 And woven through it all； weariness。
Be sane； Perrin wanted to tell him。 Hold on。 A wash of guilt held his tongue； though。 Because it was the Dragon Reborn he wanted to say it to； not his friend since childhood。 He wanted his friend to stay sane； the Dragon Reborn had to stay sane。
〃My Lord Dragon；〃 one of the Asha'man called abruptly。 He looked little more than a boy； with dark eyes as big as any girl's and neither sword nor Dragon on his collar； but pride in his bearing。 Narishma； Perrin had heard him called。 〃To the southwest。〃
A figure had appeared； running ou