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could take your pain； I would； Min。 I would。〃
Slowly it penetrated that he was trembling； too。 Light； he tried so hard to be iron； to be what he thought the Dragon Reborn must； but it cut him when somebody died because of him； Colavaere probably no less than Fel。 He bled for everyone harmed； and tried to pretend he did not。
〃Kiss me；〃 she mumbled。 When he did not move； she looked up。 He blinked at her uncertainly； eyes now blue； now gray； a morning sky。 〃I'm not teasing。〃 How often had she teased him； sitting on his lap； kissing him； calling him sheepherder because she dared not say his name for fear he might hear the caress？ He put up with it because he thought she was teasing and would stop if she believed it did not affect him。 Hah！ Aunt Jan and Aunt Rana said you should not kiss a man unless you intended to marry him； but Aunt Miren seemed to know a little more of the world。 She said you should not kiss a man too casually because men fell in love so easily。 〃I'm cold inside； sheepherder。 Colavaere； and Master Fel。。。 I need to feel warm flesh。 I need。。。 Please？〃
His head lowered so slowly。 It was a brother's kiss； at first； mild as milk…water； soothing； forting。 Then it became something else。 Not at all soothing。 Jerking upright； he tried to pull away。 〃Min； I can't。 I have no right … 〃
Seizing two handfuls of his hair； she pulled his mouth back down； and after a little while； he stopped fighting。 She was not certain whether her hands began tearing at the laces of his shirt first or his at hers； but of one thing she was absolutely sure。 If he even tried to stop now； she was going to fetch one of Riallin's spears； all of them； and stab him。
On her way out of the Sun Palace； Cadsuane studied the Aiel wilders she saw as well as she could without being obvious。 Corele and Daigian followed in silence； they knew her well enough by now not to disturb her with chatter； which could not be said of all those who paused a few days at Arilyn's little palace before she sent them on。 A great many wilders； every one staring at the Aes Sedai as if at flea…ridden curs covered with running sores； tracking mud over a new rug。 Some people looked at Aes Sedai with awe or adoration； others with fear or hate； but Cadsuane had never seen contempt before； not even from Whitecloaks。 Even so； any people who produced so many wilders should be sending a river of girls to the Tower。
That would have to be seen to eventually； and to the Pit of Doom with custom if need be； but not now。 The al'Thor boy needed to be kept intrigued enough that he allowed her near him； and off…balance enough that she could nudge him where she wanted without him realizing。 One way or another； anything that might interfere with that must be controlled or suppressed。 Nothing could be allowed to influence him； or upset him； in the wrong way。 Nothing。
The shiny black coach was waiting in the courtyard behind a patient team of six matched grays。 A serving man rushed to open the door painted with a pair of silver stars atop red and green stripes； bowing to the three of them till his bald head was nearly level with his knees。 He was in shirtsleeves and breeches。 Since ing to the Sun Palace； she had not noticed anyone in livery yet； except a few wearing Dobraine's colors。 No doubt the servants were unsure what to wear and afraid to make a mistake。
〃I may skin Elaida when I can lay hands on her；〃 she said as the coach lurched into motion。 〃That fool child has made my task nearly impossible。〃
And then she laughed so abruptly that Daigian stared before she could control her eyes。 Corele's smile widened in anticipation。 Neither understood； and she did not try to explain。 All of her life； the fastest way to interest her in anything had been to tell her it was impossible。 But then； over two hundred and seventy years had passed since she last encountered a task she could not perform。 Any day now might be her last； but young al'Thor would be a fitting end to it all。
Chapter 20
（Snakey Square）
Patterns Within Patterns
Contemptuously Sevanna studied her dusty panions； seated in a circle with her in the small clearing。 The nearly leafless branches overhead provided a bit of cool shade； and the place where Rand al'Thor had hurled death lay more than a hundred miles to the west； yet the other women's eyes shifted with an air of looking over shoulders。 Without sweat tents； none had been able to clean herself properly； no more than a hasty washing of face and hands at day's end。 Eight small silver cups； all different； sat by her side on the dead leaves； and a silver pitcher； filled with water； that had been dented in the retreat。
〃Either the Car'a'carn is not following；〃 she said abruptly； 〃or he has been unable to find us。 Either contents me。〃
Some of them actually jumped。 Tion's round face paled； and Modarra patted her shoulder。 Modarra would have been pretty if she was not so tall； if she did not always try to mother everyone within reach。 Alarys became much too intent on straightening skirts already neatly spread around her； attempting to ignore what she did not want to see。 Meira's thin mouth drew down； but who could say whether for the others' open fear of the Car'a'carn or her own？ They had reason to be afraid。
Two full days since the battle； and fewer than twenty thousand spears had grouped around Sevanna。 Therava and most of the Wise Ones who had been to the west were still absent； including all the rest who were tied to her。 Some of the missing surely were making their way back to Kinslayer's Dagger； but how many would never again see the sun rise？ No one remembered such a slaughter； so many dead in so short a time。 Even the algai'd'siswai were not truly ready to dance the spears again so soon。 Reason to be afraid； yet none for showing it； displaying heart and soul on your face like a wetlander； open and naked for all to see。
Rhiale at least seemed to realize that much。 〃If we are to do this thing； let us do it；〃 she muttered； stiff with embarrassment。 She was one who had jumped。
Sevanna took the small gray cube from her pouch and placed it atop the brown leaves in the middle of the circle。 Someryn put her hands on her knees； leaning over to examine it until she appeared in danger of falling out of her blouse。 Her nose nearly touched the cube。 Intricate patterns covered every side； and close up you could see smaller patterns within the larger； and still smaller inside those； and a hint of what seemed smaller yet。 How they could have been made； the tiniest so fine； so precise； Sevanna had no idea。 Once she had thought the cube stone； but she was no longer certain。 Yesterday she had dropped it accidentally on some rocks without marring one line of the carving。 If it was carving。 The thing must be a ter'angreal； that they knew。
〃The smallest flow possible of Fire must be touched lightly there； on what looks like a twisted crescent moon；〃 she told them； 〃and another there on the top； on that mark like a lightning bolt。〃 Someryn straightened very quickly。
〃What will happen then？〃 Alarys asked； bing her hair with her fingers。 It seemed an absentminded gesture； but she always found ways to remind everyone that her hair was black instead of mon yellow or red。
Sevanna smiled。 She enjoyed knowing what they did not。 〃I will use it to summon the wetlander who gave it to me。〃
〃That much you told us already；〃 Rhiale said in a sour voice； and Tion bluntly asked； 〃How will it summon him？〃 She might fear Rand al'Thor； but not a great deal else。 Certainly not Sevanna。 Belinde lightly stroked the cube with one bony finger； her sun…bleached eyebrows drawn down。
Maintaining a smooth face； Sevanna irritably prevented her hands from fingering a necklace or adjusting her shawl。 〃I have told you all you need know。〃 Considerably more than they needed； in her opinion； but it had been necessary。 Otherwise they would all be back with the spears and the other Wise Ones； eating hard bread and dried meat。 Or rather they would all be on the move eastward； watching for any sign of other survivors。 Watching for any sign of pursuit。 With a late start； they might still cover fifty miles before halting。 〃Words will not skin the boar； much less kill it。 If you have decided to creep back to the mountains and spend your lives running and hiding； then go。 If not； then do what you must； and I will do my part。〃
Rhiale's blue eyes stared flat defiance； and Tion's gray。 Even Modarra looked doubtful； and she and Someryn lay the most solidly in her grasp。
Sevanna waited； outwardly calm； unwilling to tell them again or ask。 Inside； her stomach churned with anger。 She would not be beaten because these women had pale hearts。
〃If we must；〃 Rhiale sighed at last。 Excepting the absent Therava； she resisted most often； but Sevanna had hopes of her。 The spine that refused to bend at all was often the most malleable once it gave way。 That was as true for women as men。 Rhiale and the others turned their eyes to the cube； some frowning。
Sevanna saw nothing； of course。 In fact； she realized that if they did nothing； they could claim the cube failed to work； and she would never know。
Abruptly； though； Someryn gasped； and Meira almost whispered； 〃It draws more。 Look。〃 She pointed。 〃Fire there and there； and Earth； and Air and Spirit； filling the runnels。〃
〃Not all of them；〃 Belinde said。 〃They could be filled many ways； I think。 And there are places where the flows。。。 twist。。。 around something that is not there。〃 Her forehead furrowed。 〃It must be drawing the male part； as well。〃
Several drew back a little； shifting shawls； brushing skirts as though to rub away dirt。 Sevanna would have given anything to see。 Almost anything。 How could they be such cowards？ How could they let it show？
Finally Modarra said； 〃I wonder what would happen if we touched it with Fire elsewhere。〃
〃Power the callbox too much or in the wrong way； and it may melt；〃 a man's voice said out of the air。 〃It could even ex…〃
The voice cut off as the other women surged to their feet； peering in among the trees。 Alarys and Modarra went so far as to draw their belt knives； though they had no need of steel when they had the One Power。 Nothing moved among the sun…streaked shadows； not so much as a bird。
Sevanna did not stir。 She had believed perhaps a third of what of the wetlander had told her； not including this； in truth； but she recognized Caddar's voice。 Wetlanders always had more names； but that was all he had given。 A man of many secrets； she suspected。 〃Take your places again；〃 she ordered。 〃And put the flows back where they were。 How can I summon him if you fear words？〃
Rhiale swung around； mouth gaping and eyes incredulous。 Undoubtedly wondering how she knew they had stopped channeling； the woman was not thinking clearly。 Slowly； uneasily； they settled in the circle again。 Rhiale donned a flatter face than anyone else。
〃So you are back；〃 Caddar's voice said from the air。 〃Do you have al'Thor？〃
Something in his tone warned her。 He could not know。 But he did。 She abandoned all she had prepared to say。 〃No； Caddar。 But we still must talk。 I will meet you in ten days where we first met。〃 She could reach that valley in Kinslayer's Dagger sooner； but she needed time to prepare。 How did he know？
〃Well that you told the truth； girl；〃 Caddar murmured dryly。 〃You will learn I do not like being lied to。 Maintain the wayline for location； and I will e to you。〃
Sevanna stared at the cube in shock。 Girl？ 〃What did you say？〃 she demanded。 Girl！ She could not believe her ears。 Rhiale very pointedly did not look at her； and Meira's mouth twisted in a smile； awkward because so seldom used。
Caddar's sigh filled the clearing。 〃Tell your Wise One to continue doing exactly what she is doing … nothing else … and I will e to you。〃 The forced patience in his tone scraped like a grist…stone。 When she had what she wanted from the wetlander； she would dress him in gai'shain white。 No； in black！
〃What do you mean； you will e； Caddar？〃 Silence answered。 〃Caddar； where are you？〃 Silence。 〃Caddar？〃
The others exchanged uneasy glan