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ird shaft split the first； but that was nothing to the absolute silence as the last split the other just as neatly。 Once could have been chance。 Twice。。。
Luca looked as if his eyes were ing out of his head。 Mouth hanging open； he stared at the tree； then at Birgitte； at the tree then Birgitte。 She proffered the bow； and he shook his head weakly。
Suddenly he flung the quiver away； spreading his arms wide with a glad cry。 〃Not knives！ Arrows！ From a hundred paces！〃
Nynaeve sagged against Elayne as the man explained what he wanted； but she made not one sound of protest。 Thom and Juilin were collecting money； most handed over coins with a sigh or a laugh； but Juilin had to snag Latelle's arm as she tried to slip away； and speak some angry words before she dug coins from her pouch。 So that was what they had been up to。 She would have to speak to them firmly。 But later。 〃Nana； you don't have to go through with this。〃 The woman only stared at Birgitte； eyes haggard。
〃Our wager？〃 Birgitte said when Luca ran out of wind。 He grimaced； then fished slowly into his pouch and tossed her a coin。 Elayne caught the glint of gold in the sun as Birgitte examined it； then tossed it right back。 〃The bet was a silver penny on your part。〃
Luca's eyes widened in startlement； but the next moment he was laughing and pressing the gold crown into her hand。 〃You are worth every copper of it。 What do you say？ Why； the Queen of Ghealdan herself might e to see a performance such as yours。 Birgitte and her arrows。 We will paint them silver； and the bow！〃
Desperately Elayne wanted Birgitte to look at her。 They might as well put up a sign for Moghedien as do what the man suggested。
But Birgitte only bounced the coin on her hand； grinning。 〃Paint will ruin an already shabby bow；〃 she said finally。 〃And call me Maerion； I was called that； once。〃 Leaning on the bow； she let her smile widen。 〃Can I have a red dress； too？〃
Elayne heaved a sigh of fervent relief。 Nynaeve looked as if she were going to sick up。
Chapter 37
（Lion Rampant）
Performances in Samara
For what seemed the hundredth time； Nynaeve held a lock of her hair up to look at it and sighed。 Thick murmurs of talk and laughter from hundreds if not thousands of throats； distant music that was nearly drowned out； drifted in through the wagon walls。 She had not minded spending the parade through the streets of Samara in the wagon with Elayne … occasional peeks through the windows had convinced her that she would just as soon not be put in those packed crowds； yelling and barely making way for the wagons … but every time she looked at the brassy red of her hair； she wished she had been doing somersaults with the Chavanas rather than dyeing it。
Carefully not looking at herself； she wrapped up pletely in her plain dark gray shawl； turned； and gave a start to find Birgitte standing in the doorway。 The woman had ridden in Clarine and Petra's wagon during the parade； with Clarine altering a spare red dress she had been making for Nynaeve at Luca's direction； he had given Clarine her instructions before Nynaeve ever agreed。 Birgitte wore it now； her black…dyed braid pulled over her shoulder so it nestled between her breasts； totally unconscious of the low square neck。 Just looking at her made Nynaeve fold her shawl tighter； Birgitte could not show a fingernail more of pale bosom and retain the slightest claim to decency。 As it was； such a claim would be feeble； really quite laughable。 Looking at her made Nynaeve's stomach knot up； but not for reasons of clothes or skin。
〃If you are going to wear the dress； why cover up？〃 Birgitte came inside and closed the door behind her。 〃You are a woman。 Why not be proud of it？〃
〃If you think I shouldn't；〃 Nynaeve replied hesitantly； and slowly let the shawl slide down to her elbows； revealing the twin of the other woman's garment。 She felt all but naked。 〃I only thought。。。 I thought。。。〃 Gripping her silk skirts hard to keep her hands at her sides； she held her gaze on the other woman。 Even knowing she wore exactly the same herself； it was easier that way。
Birgitte grimaced。 〃And if I wanted you to lower the neck another inch？〃
Nynaeve opened her mouth； face going as scarlet as the gown； but for a moment nothing came out。 When it did； she sounded as if she were being strangled。 〃There isn't an inch to lower it。 Look at your own。 There isn't a tenth！〃
Three quick； frowning strides； and Birgitte bent slightly to put her face right in Nynaeve's。 〃And if I said I wanted you to rid yourself of that inch？〃 she snarled； showing teeth。 〃What if I wanted to paint your face； so Luca could have his fool？ What if I stripped you out of it altogether and painted you from head to toe？ A fine target you would make then。 Every man inside fifty miles would e to see。〃
Nynaeve's mouth worked； but this time no sound emerged at all。 She wanted very much to close her eyes； maybe when she opened them； none of this would be happening。
With a disgusted shake of her head； Birgitte took a seat on one of the beds； one elbow on her knee and her blue eyes sharp。 〃This must stop。 When I look at you； you flinch。 You run about waiting on me hand and foot。 If I glance for a stool； you fetch one。 If I lick my lips； you have a cup of wine in my hands before I know I am thirsty。 You would wash my back and put the slippers on my feet if I let you。 I am neither monster nor invalid nor child； Nynaeve。〃
〃I am only trying to make up for …〃 she began timidly； and jumped when the other woman roared。
〃Make up？ You are trying to make me less！〃
〃No。 No； it is not that； truly。 I am to blame … 〃
〃You take responsibility for my actions；〃 Birgitte broke in fiercely。 〃I chose to speak to you in Tel'aran'rhiod。 I chose to help you。 I chose to track Moghedien。 And I chose to take you to see her。 Me！ Not you； Nynaeve； me！ I was not your puppet； your pack hound； then； and I will not be now。〃
Nynaeve swallowed hard and gripped her skirts more tightly。 She had no right to be angry with this woman。 No right at all。 But Birgitte had every right。 〃You did what I asked。 It is my fault that you。。。 that you are here。 It is all my fault！〃
〃Have I mentioned fault？ I see none。 Only men and dim…witted girls take blame where there is none； and you are neither。〃
〃It was my foolish pride that made me think I could best her again； and my cowardice that let her。。。 that let her。。。 If I had not been so afraid I could not spit； I might have done something in time。〃
〃A coward？〃 Birgitte's eyes widened； openly incredulous； and scorn touched her voice。 〃You？ I thought you had more sense than to confuse fear with cowardice。 You could have fled Tel'aran'rhiod when Moghedien released you； but you stayed to fight。 No fault or blame to you that you could not。〃 Drawing a deep breath； she rubbed her forehead for a moment； then leaned forward intently again。 〃Listen to me close； Nynaeve。 I take no blame for what was done to you。 I saw； but I could not twitch。 Had Moghedien tied you into a knot or cored you like an apple； still I would take no blame。 I did what I could； w