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share of the fifth from this place。
Vexed with herself； she frowned。 That was not an honorable thought beneath a roof that had offered her shade and water freely。 Without ceremony； true； but also without debt or blood； steel or need。 Yet better that than thinking about a small boy alone somewhere out in this corrupt city。 Any city was corrupt … of that much she was certain； now； having seen some part of four … but Ebou Dar was the last where she would have let a child run loose。 What she could not understand was why thoughts of Olver came unless she worked to avoid them。 He was no part of the toh she had to Elayne； and to Rand al'Thor。 A Shaido spear had taken his father； starvation and hardship his mother； yet had it been her own spear that took both； the boy was still a treekiller； Cairhienin。 Why should she fret over a child from that blood？ Why？ She attempted to concentrate on the weave she was to make； but although she had practiced under Elayne's eye until she could have formed it sleeping； Olver's wide…mouthed face intruded。 Birgitte worried about him even more than she； but Birgitte's breast held a strangely soft heart for small boys； especially ugly ones。
Sighing； Aviendha gave up trying to ignore her panions' conversation behind her； though irritation crackled through it like heat lightning。 Even that was better than upsetting herself over a son of treekillers。 Oathbreakers。 A despised blood the world would be better off without。 No concern or worry of hers。 None。 Mat Cauthon would find the boy in any case。 He could find anything； it seemed。 And listening settled her； somehow。 The prickling faded away。
〃I don't like it one bit！〃 Nynaeve was muttering； continuing an argument begun back in their rooms。 〃Not a bit； Lan； do you hear me？〃 She had announced her dislike at least twenty times already； but Nynaeve never surrendered just because she had lost。 Short and dark…eyed； she strode fiercely； kicking her divided blue skirts； one hand rising to hover near her thick； waist…long braid； then thrust down firmly before rising again。 Nynaeve kept a tight hold on anger and irritation when Lan was around。 Or tried to。 An inordinate pride filled her about marrying him。 The close…fitting embroidered blue coat over her yellow…slashed silk riding dress hung open； showing far too much bosom in the wetlander way； just so she could display his heavy gold finger ring on a fine chain around her neck。 〃You have no right to promise to take care of me like that； Lan Mandragoran；〃 she went on firmly。 〃I am not a porcelain figurine！〃
He paced at her side； a man of proper size； towering head and shoulders and more above her； the eye…wrenching cloak of a Warder hanging down his back。 His face seemed hacked from stone； and his gaze weighed the threat in every servant who passed； examined every crossing corridor and wall niche for hidden attackers。 Readiness radiated from him； a lion on the brink of his charge。 Aviendha had grown up around dangerous men； but never one to match Aan'allein。 Had death been a man； she would have been him。
〃You are Aes Sedai； and I am a Warder；〃 he said in a deep； level voice。 〃Taking care of you is my duty。〃 His tone softened； conflicting sharply with his angular face and bleak； never…changing eyes。 〃Besides； caring for you is my heart's desire； Nynaeve。 You can ask or demand anything of me； but never to let you die without trying to save you。 The day you die； I die。〃
That last he had not said before； not in Aviendha's hearing； and it hit Nynaeve like a blow to the stomach； her eyes started half out of her head； and her mouth worked soundlessly。 She appeared to recover quickly； though； as always。 Pretending to resettle her blue…plumed hat； a ridiculous thing like a strange bird roosting atop her head； she shot a glance at him from beneath the wide brim。
Aviendha had begun to suspect that the other woman often used silence and supposedly significant looks to cover ignorance。 She suspected Nynaeve knew little more about men； about dealing with one man； than she did herself。 Facing them with knives and spears was much easier than loving one。 Much easier。 How did women manage being married to them？ Aviendha had a desperate need to learn； and no idea how。 Married to Aan'allein only a day； Nynaeve had changed much more than simply in trying to control her temper。 She seemed to flit from startlement to shock； however much she attempted to hide it。 She fell into dreaminess at odd moments； blushed at innocuous questions； and … she denied this fiercely； even when Aviendha had seen her … she giggled over nothing at all。 There was no point in trying to learn anything from Nynaeve。
〃I suppose you're going to tell me about Warders and Aes Sedai again； as well；〃 Elayne said coolly to Birgitte。 〃Well； you and I aren't married。 I expect you to guard my back； but I will not have you making promises about me behind it。〃 Elayne wore garments as inappropriate as Nynaeve's； a gold…embroidered Ebou Dari riding dress of green silk； suitably high…necked but with an oval opening that bared the inner slopes of her breasts。 Wetlanders spluttered at the mention of a sweat tent or being unclothed in front of gai'shain； then walked about half…exposed where any stranger could see。 Aviendha did not really mind for Nynaeve； but Elayne was her near…sister。 And would be more； she hoped。
The raised heels of Birgitte's boots made her almost a hand taller than Nynaeve； if still shorter than Elayne or Aviendha。 In dark blue coat and wide green trousers； she carried herself with much of the same warily confident readiness as Lan； though it seemed more casual in her。 A leopard lying on a rock； and not nearly so lazy as she appeared。 There was no arrow nocked in the bow Birgitte carried； but for all her stroll and smiles； she could have a shaft out of the quiver at her waist before anyone could blink； and be loosing her third before anybody else could have fitted a second to bowstring。
She gave Elayne a wry grin and a shake of her head that swung a golden braid as long and thick as Nynaeve's dark one。 〃I promised to your face； not behind your back；〃 she said dryly。 〃When you've learned a little more； I won't have to tell you about Warders and Aes Sedai。〃 Elayne sniffed and lifted her chin haughtily； busying herself with the ribbons of her hat； which was covered with long green plumes and worse than Nynaeve's。 〃Perhaps a great deal more；〃 Birgitte added。 〃You're tying another knot in that bow。〃
Had Elayne not been her near…sister； Aviendha would have laughed at the crimson that flooded her cheeks。 Tripping someone who tried to walk too high was always fun； or watching it done； and even a short fall was worth a laugh。 As it was； she leveled a firm stare at Birgitte； a promise that more might bring retribution。 She liked the woman despite all her secrets； but the difference between a friend and a near…sister was a thing these wetlanders seemed unable to prehend。 Birgitte only smiled； glancing from her to Elayne； and murmured under her breath。 Aviendha caught the word 〃kittens。〃 Worse； it sounded fond。 Everyone must have heard。 Everyone！
〃What's gotten into you； Aviendha？〃 Nynaeve demanded； prodding her shoulder with a stiff finger。 〃Do you intend to stand there blushing all day？ We are in a hurry。〃
Only then did Aviendha realize by the heat in her face that she must be as red as Elayne。 And standing still as stone besides； when they had need for haste。 Cut by a word； like a girl newly wedded to the spear and unused to the banter among Maidens。 She had almost twenty years； and she was behaving like a child playing with her first bow。 That added flames to her cheeks。 Which was why she all but leaped around the next turning and very nearly ran headlong into Teslyn Baradon。
Skidding awkwardly on red…and…green floor tiles； Aviendha half…fell backward； catching herself against Elayne and Nynaeve。 This time she managed not to blush herself to fire； but she wanted to。 She was shaming her near…sister as much as herself。 Elayne always held her posure； no matter what。 Luckily； Teslyn Baradon took the encounter little better。
The sharp…faced woman recoiled in surprise； gaping before she could stop herself； then shifting her narrow shoulders irritably。 Gaunt cheeks and a narrow nose hid the ageless quality of the Red sister's features； and her red dress； brocaded in a blue that was nearly black； only made her appear bonier； yet she quickly gathered a clan roofmistress's self…possession； dark brown eyes as cool as deep shadows。 They slid past Aviendha dismissively； ignoring Lan like a tool she had no use for； burned a brief moment at Birgitte。 Most Aes Sedai disapproved of Birgitte being a Warder； though none could give a reason beyond sour mutters about tradition。 Elayne and Nynaeve； however； the woman fixed by turns。 Aviendha could have tracked yesterday's wind before reading anything on Teslyn Baradon's face now。
〃I did already tell Merilille；〃 she said in a thick Illianer accent； 〃but I may as well put your minds at rest； also。 Whatever。。。 mischief。。。 you do be about； Joline and I will no interfere。 I did see to that。 Elaida may never learn of it； if you do have some care。 Stop gaping at me like carp； children；〃 she added with a grimace of distaste。 〃I be neither blind nor deaf。 I do know of Sea Folk Windfinders in the palace； and secret meetings with Queen Tylin。 And other things。〃 That thin mouth tightened； and though her tone remained serene； her dark gaze flared with anger。 〃You will pay dearly yet for those other things； you and those who do allow you to play at being Aes Sedai； but I will look aside for now。 Atonement can wait。〃
Nynaeve took a tight grip on her braid； back straight； head high； and her own eyes blazed。 Under different circumstances Aviendha might have found some sympathy for the target of the tongue…lashing plainly about to erupt。 Nynaeve's tongue carried more spines than a hair…needle segade； and sharper ones。 Coldly； Aviendha considered this woman who thought she could look fight through her。 A Wise One did not stoop to thrashing someone with her fists； but she was still only an apprentice； perhaps it would not cost her ji if she just bruised this Teslyn Baradon a little。 She opened her mouth to give the Red sister a chance to defend herself at the same instant Nynaeve opened hers； yet Elayne spoke first。
〃What we are about； Teslyn；〃 she said in a chill voice； 〃is none of your business。〃 She； too； stood straight； her eyes blue ice； a chance ray of light from a high window caught her golden…red curls； seeming to set them afire。 Right then； Elayne could have made a roofmistress seem a goatherd with too much oosquai in her belly。 It was a skill she honed well。 She delivered each word with cold crystal dignity。 〃You have no right to interfere in anything we do； in anything that any sister does。 No right whatsoever。 So pull your nose out of our coats； you summer ham； and be glad we do not choose to take issue with you supporting a usurper on the Amyrlin Seat。〃
Perplexed； Aviendha glanced sideways at her near…sister。 Pull her nose out of their coats？ She and Elayne； at least； were not wearing coats。 A summer ham？ What did that mean？ Wetlanders often said peculiar things； but the other women all looked as puzzled as she。 Only Lan； staring at Elayne askance； appeared to understand； and he seemed。。。 startled。 And perhaps amused。 It was difficult to tell； Aan'allein controlled his features well。
Teslyn Baradon sniffed； pinching her face even tighter。 Aviendha was trying hard to call these people by only part of their names the way they themselves did … when she used a whole name； they thought she was upset！ … but she could not begin to imagine being so intimate with Teslyn Baradon。 〃I will leave you foolish children to your business；〃 the woman growled。 〃Be sure you do no get your noses caught in a worse crack than they already do be。〃
As she turned to go； gathering her skirts grandly； Nynaeve caught her arm。 Wetlanders usually let emotion gild their faces； and Nynaeve's was the image of conflict； anger struggling to break through fixed determination。 〃Wait； Teslyn；〃 she said reluctantly。 〃You and Joline may be in