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〃Custom …〃
〃There are no customs to cover me； Rhuarc。〃 You could have cracked rocks with Rand's voice； or put a skim of ice on wine。 〃I have to make new customs。〃 He laughed roughly。 Aviendha looked shocked； and even Rhuarc blinked； taken aback。 Only Moiraine was unaffected； with those considering eyes。 〃 Someone had best let the peddlers know；〃 Rand continued。 〃They won't want to miss the fair； but if they don't stop those fellows drinking they will be too drunk to handle reins。 What of you。 Mat？ Are you ing？〃
He certainly did not intend to let the peddlers get away from him； not his way out of the Waste。 〃Oh； I am right behind you； Rand。〃 The worst of it was； it felt right saying that。 Bloody ta'veren tugging at me！ How had Perrin pulled free？ Light； I wish I was with him right now。 〃I guess I am。〃
Shouldering his spear； he strode off up the canyon。 There was still time to get a little sleep at least。 Behind him he could hear Rand chuckling。
Chapter 51
（Insect…Like Horned Helmet）
Revelations in Tanchico
Elayne fumbled with the two slim red…lacquered sticks； trying to set them properly in her fingers。 Sursa； she reminded herself。 Not sticks； sursa。 A fool way to eat； whatever they're called。
On the other side of the table in the Chamber of Falling Blossoms； Egeanin frowned at her own sursa； one upright in each hand as if they really were sticks。 Nynaeve held hers nestled in her hand the way Rendra had showed them； but so far she had managed to lift one sliver of meat and a few sliced peppers as far as her mouth； her eyes were tight with determination。 A great many small white bowls covered the table； each filled with slices and tiny slivers of meat and vegetables； some in sauces dark or pale。 Elayne thought it might take the rest of the day to finish this meal。 She gave the honey…haired innkeeper a grateful smile when the woman leaned over her shoulder to position the sursa properly。
〃Your land is at war with Arad Doman；〃 Egeanin said； sounding almost angry。 〃Why do you serve the dishes of your enemy？〃
Rendra shrugged； making a moue behind her veil； she wore the palest possible red today； and beads of the same color woven into her narrow braids made soft clicks when she moved her head。 〃It is the fashion； now。 Four days ago the Garden of Silver Breezes began it； and now almost every patron asks for the Domani food。 I think maybe it is that if we cannot conquer the Domani； at least we can conquer their food。 Maybe in Bandar Eban they eat the lamb with the honey sauce and the glazed apples； yes？ In four days more； perhaps it is something else。 The fashion； it changes quickly now； and if someone whips up the mob against this。。。〃 She shrugged again。
〃Do you think there will be more riots？〃 Elayne asked。 〃Over what sort of food inns are serving？〃
〃The streets； they are restive；〃 Rendra said； spreading her hands fatalistically。 〃Who can say what will spark them again？ The uproar the day before yesterday； it came from a rumor Maracru had declared for the Dragon Reborn； or maybe fallen to the Dragonsworn； or the rebels perhaps … how seems to have made little difference … but does the mob turn on the people from Maracru？ No。 They rampage through the streets； pulling people from the carriages； and then burn the Grand Hall of the Assembly。 Perhaps the word es that the army； it has won a battle … or lost one … and the mob rises against those who serve Domani food。 Or maybe it burns warehouses on the Calpene docks。 Who can say？〃
〃No proper order；〃 Egeanin muttered； thrusting the sursa firmly between the fingers of her right hand。 From the expression on her face； they might have been daggers she was going to use to stab what was in the bowls。 A bit of meat dropped out of Nynaeve's sursa short of her lips； growling； she snatched it from her lap； dabbing at the cream…colored silk with her napkin。
〃Aah； order。〃 Rendra laughed。 〃I remember order。 Maybe it will e again one day； yes？ Some thought the Panarch Amathera would put the Civil Watch back at their duties； but were I she； with the memory of the mob brawling outside my investiture。。。 The Children of the Light； they killed very many of the rioters。 Perhaps this means there will not be another riot； but perhaps it means the next riot； it will be twice so big； or ten times。 I think that I； too； would keep the Watch and the Children close around me。 But this is no talk to disturb the meal。〃 Examining the table； she nodded to herself in approval； the beads in her thin plaits clicking。 As she turned toward the door； she paused with a small smile。 〃It is the fashion to eat the Domani food with the sursa； and of course one does what is the fashion。 But。。。 there are none here to see save yourselves； yes？ Should you perhaps wish the spoons and the forks； they are under the napkin。〃 She indicated the tray on the end of the table。 〃Enjoy。〃
Nynaeve and Egeanin waited until the door closed behind the innkeeper； then grinned at each other and reached for the tray with decidedly unseemly haste。 Elayne still managed to get her spoon and fork first； neither of the others had ever had to eat in the few minutes between a novice's chores and lessons。
〃It is tasty enough；〃 Egeanin said after her first mouthful； 〃when you can put any on your tongue。〃 Nynaeve laughed with her。
In the seven days since meeting the dark…haired woman with her sharp blue eyes and slow drawl； they had both e to like her。 She was a refreshing change from Rendra's chatter about hair and clothes and plexions； or stares in the street from people who looked as if they would slit a throat for a copper。 This was her fourth visit since that first meeting； and Elayne had enjoyed every one。 Egeanin had a directness and an air of independence she admired。 The woman might be only a small trader in whatever came her way； but she could challenge Gareth Bryne for saying what she meant and bowing to no one。
Still； Elayne wished the visits had not been so frequent。 Or rather that she and Nynaeve had not been at the Three Plum Court so often for Egeanin to find。 Almost constant riots since Amathera's investiture made moving about the city all but impossible； however； despite their coterie of Domon's tough sailors。 Even Nynaeve had admitted as much after they had had to flee a shower of fist…sized stones。 Thom still promised to find them a carriage and team； but she was not too certain how hard he was looking。 He and Juilin both seemed insufferably pleased that she and Nynaeve were mired inside the inn。 They e back bruised or bleeding and don't want us to even stub a toe； she thought wryly。 Why did men always think it was right to keep you safer than they kept themselves？ Why did they think their injuries mattered less than yours？
From the taste of the meat； she suspected Thom should look in the kitchens here if he wanted to find horses。 The thought of eating horse made her stomach queasy。 She chose a bowl containing only vegetables； bits of dark mushroom； red peppers and some sort of feathery green sprouts in a pale； tangy sauce。 〃What shall we discuss today？〃 Nynaeve asked Egeanin。 〃You have asked almost every quest