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r breath was ing so fast that she was dimly aware that she might e right out of the dress's low neck； yet even that thought could not catch her。 The sun filled her view； had she squinted； she might have been able to make out Birgitte after a fashion； but her eyes had a will of their own； increasingly widening。
There was nothing she could do now。 It was a punishment for taking foolish risks。 She could manage only the tiniest pique over being punished after working everything out so well。 And Elayne did not even believe her about Salidar！ She would have to take it stoically。 She would …
Seemingly out of nowhere an arrow tchunked into the wood； vibrating against her right wrist； and stoic resolve broke with a low wail。 It was all she could do to keep her knees straight。 A second arrow brushed the other wrist； producing a slightly higher pitch to her yelp。 She could as soon stop Birgitte's shafts as silence herself。 Arrow by arrow the yelps rose higher； and it seemed to her almost as if the crowd was cheering her cries。 The louder she shrieked； the louder they cheered and applauded。 By the time she was outlined from knees to head； the applause was thunderous。 In truth； she felt some irritation at the finish； when the crowd all rushed to throng around Birgitte； leaving her standing there staring at the fletchings around her。 Some still quivered。 She still quivered。
Pushing away； she scurried off toward the wagons as quickly as she could before anyone noticed how much her legs were wobbling。 Not that anyone was paying any attention to her。 All she had done was stand there and pray Birgitte did not sneeze； or get an itch。 And tomorrow she would have to go through it again。 That or let Elayne … and worse； Birgitte … know she could not face it。
When Uno came that night asking after Nana； she told him in no uncertain terms to prod Masema as much as he dared and to find Galad and tell him he must find a boat quickly； whatever it required。 Then she took to her bed without eating and tried to make herself believe that she could convince Elayne and Birgitte that she was too ill to stand against that wall。 Only； she was all too certain they would know exactly what her illness was。 That even Birgitte would likely be all sympathy just made it worse。 One of those fool men had to find a riverboat！
Chapter 41
（Rising Sun）
The Craft of Kin Tovere
One hand on his sword hilt； the other holding the green…and…white tasseled length of Seanchan spear； Rand ignored the others on the sparsely treed hilltop for the moment while he studied the three camps spread out below in the midmorning sun。 Three distinct camps； and that was the rub。 They were all the Cairhienin and Tairen forces at his disposal。 Every man else who could use sword or spear was penned in the city； or the Light alone knew where。
The Aiel had rounded up refugees in hordes between the Jangai Pass and here； and a few had even straggled in on their own； lured by rumors that these Aiel at least were not killing everyone in sight； or else too dispirited to care so long as they had a meal before dying。 Too many thought they would die； at the hands of the Aiel or the Dragon Reborn； or in the Last Battle； which they seemed to think was shaping up for any day now。 A goodly number all together； but farmers and craftsmen and shopkeepers for the most part。 Some knew how to use bow or sling to fetch a rabbit； but there was not a soldier in the lot and no time to teach them。 The city of Cairhien itself lay little； more than five miles to the west； some of the fabled 〃topless towers of Cairhien〃 visible above the intervening forest。 The city sprawled across hills hard by the River Alguenya； encircled by Couladin's Shaido and those who had joined him。
One haphazard set of tents and cook…fires in the long shallow valley below Rand held some eight hundred Tairens； armored men。 Nearly half were Defenders of the Stone in burnished breastplates and rimmed helmets； their plump coatsleeves striped black and gold。 The rest were levies from a double handful of lords whose banners and pennants made a circle in the camp's center around the silver Crescent…and…Stars of the High Lord Weiramon。 Guards stood thickly along their picket lines as if they expected a raid against the horses any minute。
Three hundred paces away； the second camp guarded their horses as tightly。 The animals were a mixed lot； few approaching the fine arch…necked stock of Tear； and some former plow and cart horses were tied along those ropes or Rand missed his guess。 The Cairhienin numbered perhaps a hundred more than the Tairens； but their tents were fewer and most often patched； and their banners and con represented some seventy…odd lords。 Few Cairhienin nobles still had many retainers； and the army had broken apart early in the civil war。
The last gathering lay another five hundred paces along； full of Cairhienin for the most part； yet well and truly separated from the others by more than distance。 Larger than the other pair bined； this camp held few tents or horses。 It displayed no banners； and only the officers wore con； the small pennants on their backs in solid colors meant to pick them out for their men rather than signify a House。 Infantry might be necessary； but rare was the lord of Tear or Cairhien； either one； who would admit it。 Certainty none would agree to actually lead such。 It was the most orderly of the camps； though； the cookfires in neat rows； the long pikes stacked upright where they could be seized in a moment and clusters of archers or crossbowmen dotted along the lines。 According to Lan； discipline kept men alive in battle； but infantry were more likely to know it and believe than cavalry。
The three groups were supposedly together； under the same mand … the High Lord Weiramon had brought them in from the south late the day before … but the two camps of horsemen watched each other nearly as warily as they did the Aiel on the surrounding hills； the Tairens with a dose of contempt that the Cairhienin echoed in ignoring the third； which in turn eyed the others sullenly。 Rand's followers； his allies； and as ready to fight each other as anyone else。
Still pretending to study the camps； Rand examined Weiramon； helmetless and iron…spined straight nearby。 Two younger men； minor Tairen lords； hung at the High Lord's heels； dark beards trimmed and oiled in perfect imitation of Weiramon's except that his was streaked with gray； and their breastplates； worn over brightly striped coats； bore gold…work only a touch less ornate than his。 Aloof； apart from everyone else on the hilltop yet close to Rand； they could have been waiting for some martial ceremony at a royal court； except for the sweat rolling down their faces。 They ignored that as well； though。
The High Lord's sigil lacked only a few stars to duplicate Lanfear's； but the long…nosed fellow was not her in disguise； with his mainly gray hair oiled like his beard and bed in a vain attempt to hide its thinness。 He had been ing north with reinforcements from Tear when he heard that Aiel were attacking the city of Cairhien itself。 Instead of turning back or sitting still； he continued