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e was simply shatayan of the royal household； yet whoever believed any shatayan's influence stopped at ordering the cooks and maids and victualers made a grave error。 〃Foolhardiness is not courage； Lord Shianri。 We leave the Blight all but unguarded； and if we fail； maybe even if we succeed； some of us could find our heads on spikes。 Perhaps all of us will。 The White Tower may well see to it if this al'Thor does not。〃
〃The Blight seems almost asleep；〃 Terasian muttered； whiskers rasping as he rubbed his fleshy chin。 〃I've never seen it so quiet。〃
〃The Shadow never sleeps；〃 Jagad put in quietly； and Terasian nodded as if that； too； was something to consider。 Agelmar was the best general of them all； one of the best to be found anywhere； but Terasian's place at Paitar's right hand had not e because he was a good drinking panion。
〃What I've left behind can guard the Blight short of the Trolloc Wars ing again；〃 Ethenielle said in a firm voice。 〃I trust you've all done as well。 It hardly matters； though。 Does anyone believe we truly can turn back now？〃 She made that last question dry； expecting no answer； but she received one。
〃Turn back？〃 a young woman's high voice demanded behind her。 Tenobia of Saldaea galloped into the gathering； drawing her white gelding up so that he reared flamboyantly。 Thick lines of pearls marched down the dark gray sleeves of her narrow…skirted riding habit； while red…and…gold embroidery swirled thickly to emphasize the narrowness of her waist and the roundness of her bosom。 Tall for a woman； she managed to be pretty if not beautiful despite a nose that was overbold at best。 Large tilted eyes of a dark deep blue certainly helped； but so did a confidence in herself so strong that she seemed to glow with it。 As expected； the Queen of Saldaea was acpanied only by Kalyan Ramsin； one of her numerous uncles； a scarred and grizzled man with the face of an eagle and thick mustaches that curved down around his mouth。 Tenobia Kazadi tolerated the counsel of soldiers； but no one else。 〃I will not turn back；〃 she went on fiercely； 〃whatever the rest of you do。 I sent my dear Uncle Davram to bring me the head of the false Dragon Mazrim Taim； and now he and Taim both follow this al'Thor； if I can believe half what I hear。 I have close to fifty thousand men behind me； and whatever you decide； I will not turn back until my uncle and al'Thor learn exactly who rules Saldaea。〃
Ethenielle exchanged glances with Serailla and Baldhere while Paitar and Easar began telling Tenobia that they also meant to keep on。 Serailla gave her head the smallest shake； made the slightest shrug。 Baldhere rolled his eyes openly。 Ethenielle had not exactly hoped Tenobia might decide at the last to stay away； but the girl would surely make difficulties。
Saldaeans were a strange lot … Ethenielle had often wondered how her sister Einone managed so well married to yet another of Tenobia's uncles … yet Tenobia carried that strangeness to extremes。 You expected showiness from any Saldaean； but Tenobia took delight in shocking Domani and making Altarans seem drab。 Saldaean tempers were legendary； hers was wildfire in a high wind； and you could never tell what would provide the spark。 Ethenielle did not even want to think of the difficulty in getting the woman to listen to reason when she did not want to； only Davram Bashere had ever been able to do that。 And then there was the question of marriage。
Tenobia was still young； though years past the age she should have wed … marriage was a duty for any member of a ruling House； the more so for a ruler； alliances had to be made； an heir provided … yet Ethenielle had never considered the girl for any of her own sons。 Tenobia's requirements for a husband were on a level with everything else about her。 He must be able to face and slay a dozen Myrddraal at once。 While playing the harp and posing poetry。 He must be able to confound scholars while riding a horse down a sheer cliff。 Or perhaps up it。 Of course he would have to defer to her … she was a queen； after all … except that sometimes Tenobia would expect him to ignore whatever she said and toss her over his shoulder。 The girl wanted exactly that！ And the Light help him if he chose to toss when she wanted deference； or to defer when she wanted the other。 She never said any of this right out； but any woman with wits who had heard her talk about men could piece it together in short order。 Tenobia would die a maiden。 Which meant her uncle Davram would succeed； if she left him alive after this； or else Davram's heir。
A word caught Ethenielle's ear and jerked her upright in her saddle。 She should have been paying attention； too much was at stake。 〃Aes Sedai？〃 she said sharply。 〃What about Aes Sedai？〃 Save for Paitar's； their White Tower advisors had all left at news of the troubles in the Tower； her own Nianh and Easar's Aisling vanishing without a trace。 If Aes Sedai had gained a hint of their plans。。。 Well； Aes Sedai always had plans of their own。 Always。 She would dislike discovering that she was putting her hands into two hornet nests； not just one。
Paitar shrugged； looking a trifle embarrassed。 That was no small trick for him； he； like Serailla； let nothing upset him。 〃You hardly expected me to leave Coladara behind； Ethenielle；〃 he said in soothing tones； 〃even if I could have kept the preparations from her。〃 She had not； his favorite sister was Aes Sedai； and Kiruna had given him a deep fondness for the Tower。 Ethenielle had not expected it； but she had hoped。 〃Coladara had visitors；〃 he continued。 〃Seven of them。 Bringing them along seemed prudent； under the circumstances。 Fortunately； they require little convincing。 None； in truth。〃
〃The Light illumine and preserve our souls；〃 Ethenielle breathed； and heard near echoes from Serailla and Baldhere。 〃Eight sisters； Paitar？ Eight？〃 The White Tower surely knew every move they intended； now。
〃And I have five more；〃 Tenobia put in as if announcing she had a new pair of slippers。 〃They found me just before I left Saldaea。 By chance； I'm sure； they appeared as surprised as I was。 Once they learned what I was doing … I still don't know how they did； but they did … once they learned； I was sure they'd go scurrying to find Memara。〃 Her brows furrowed in a momentary glare。 Elaida had miscalculated badly in sending a sister to try bullying Tenobia。 〃Instead；〃 she finished； 〃Illeisien and the rest were more intent on secrecy than I。〃
〃Even so；〃 Ethenielle insisted。 〃Thirteen sisters。 All that is needed is for one of them to find some way to send a message。 A few lines。 A soldier or a maid intimidated。 Does any of you think you can stop them？〃
〃The dice are out of the cup；〃 Paitar said simply。 What was done； was done。 Arafellin were almost as odd as Saldaeans； in Ethenielle's book。
〃Further south；〃 Easar added； 〃it may be well to have thirteen Aes Sedai with us。〃 That brought a silence while the implications hung in the air。 No one wanted to voice them。 This was far different from facing the Blight。
Tenobia gave a sudden； shocking laugh。 Her gelding tried to dance； but she settled him。 〃I mean to press south as fast as I can； but I invite you all to dine with me in my camp tonight。 You can speak with Illeisien and her friends； and see whether your judgment matches mine。 Perhaps tomorrow night we can all gather in Paitar's camp and question his Coladara's friends。〃 The suggestion was so sensible； so obviously necessary； that it brought instant agreement。 And then Tenobia added； as if an afterthought； 〃My uncle Kalyan would be honored if you allowed him to sit beside you tonight； Ethenielle。 He admires you greatly。〃
Ethenielle glanced toward Kalyan Ramsin … the fellow had sat his horse silently behind Tenobia； never speaking； hardly seeming to breathe … she merely glanced at him； and for an instant that grizzled eagle unhooded his eyes。 For an instant； she saw something she had not seen since her Brys died； a man looking not at a queen； but at a woman。 The shock of it was a blow taking her breath。 Tenobia's eyes darted from her uncle to Ethenielle； her tiny smile quite satisfied。
Outrage flared in Ethenielle。 That smile made it all clear as spring water； if Kalyan's eyes had not。 This chit of a girl thought to marry off this fellow to her？ This child presumed to。。。？ Suddenly； ruefulness replaced fury。 She herself had been younger when she arranged her widowed sister Nazelle's wedding。 A matter of state； yet Nazelle had e to love Lord Ismic despite all her protests in the beginning。 Ethenielle had been arranging others' marriages for so long that she had never considered that her own would make a very strong tie。 She looked at Kalyan again； a longer look。 His leathery face was all proper respect once more； yet she saw his eyes as they had been。 Any consort she chose would have to be a hard man； but she had always demanded a chance of love for her children's marriages； if not her siblings'； and she would do no less for herself。
〃Instead of wasting daylight on chatter；〃 she said； more breathless than she could have wished； 〃let us do what we came for。〃 The Light sear her soul； she was a woman grown； not a girl meeting a prospective suitor for the first time。 〃Well？〃 she demanded。 This time； her tone was suitably firm。
All of their agreements had been made in those careful letters； and all of their plans would have to be modified as they moved south and circumstances changed。 This meeting had only one real purpose； a simple and ancient ceremony of the Borderlands that had been recorded only seven times in all the years since the Breaking。 A simple ceremony that would mit them beyond anything words could do； however strong。 The rulers moved their horses closer while the others drew back。
Ethenielle hissed as her belt knife slashed across her left palm。 Tenobia laughed at cutting hers。 Paitar and Easar might as well have been plucking splinters。 Four hands reached out and met； gripped； heart's blood mingling； dripping to the ground； soaking into the stony dirt。 〃We are one； to the death；〃 Easar said； and they all spoke with him。 〃We are one； to the death。〃 By blood and soil； they were mitted。 Now they had to find Rand al'Thor。 And do what needed to be done。 Whatever the price。
Once she was sure that Turanna could sit up on the cushion unaided； Verin rose and left the slumped White sister sipping water。 Trying to sip； anyway。 Turanna's teeth chattered on the silver cup； which was no surprise。 The tent's entryway stood low enough that Verin had to duck in order to put her head out。 Weariness augered into her back when she bent。 She had no fear of the woman shivering behind her in a coarse black woolen robe。 Verin held the shield on her tight； and she doubted Turanna possessed enough strength in her legs at the moment to contemplate leaping on her from behind； even if such an incredible thought occurred to her。 Whites just did not think that way。 For that matter； in Turanna's condition； it was doubtful she would be able to channel a hair for several hours yet； even if she were not shielded。
The Aiel camp covered the hills that hid Cairhien； low earth…colored tents filling the space between the few trees left standing this close to the city。 Faint clouds of dust hung in the air； but neither dust nor heat nor the glare of an angry sun bothered the Aiel at all。 Bustle and purpose filled the camp to equal any city。 Within her sight were men butchering game and patching tents； sharpening knives and making the soft boots they all wore； women cooking over open fires； baking； working small looms； looking after some of the few children in the camp。 Everywhere white…robed gai'shain darted about carrying burdens； or stood beating rugs； or tended packhorses and mules。 No hawkers or shopkeepers。 Or carts and carriages； of course。 A city？ It was more like a thousand villages gathered in one spot； though men greatly outnumbered women and； except for the blacksmiths making their anvils ring； nearly every man not in white carried weapons。 Most of the women did； as well。
The numbers certainly equaled one of the great cities'； more than enough to envelope a few Aes Sedai prisoners pl