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there might be no more for some time。 When Elayne realized the ring was gone； though； and the dark box still sitting there。。。
Elayne hefted the box and opened the lid； pursing her lips as she studied the contents； the other two ter'angreal they had carried all the way from Tear。 A small iron disc worked on both sides with a tight spiral； and a narrow plaque five inches long； seemingly amber yet harder than steel； and with a sleeping woman somehow carved inside it。 Either could be used to enter Tel'aran'rhiod； though not so easily or so well as could the ring； to use either it was necessary to channel Spirit； the sole one of the Five Powers that could be channeled in sleep。 It had seemed only right to Nynaeve； leaving them for Elayne； since she was taking charge of the ring。 Closing the box with a sharp click； Elayne stared at her； absolutely expressionless； then stuffed it into one of her bundles alongside the silver arrow。 Her silence was thunderous。
Elayne also made two bundles； but hers were larger； she left nothing out except the spangled coats and breeches。 Nynaeve refrained from suggesting that she had overlooked them； she should have； with the sulking that was going on； but she knew how to promote harmony。 She limited herself to one sniff when Elayne ostentatiously added the a'dam to her things； though from the look she got in return； you would have thought she had made her objections known at length。 By the time they left the wagon； the quiet could have been chipped and used to chill wine。
Outside； the men were ready。 And muttering to themselves； and throwing impatient looks at her and Elayne。 It was hardly fair。 Galad and Uno had nothing to prepare。 Thom's flute and harp hung on his back in leather cases； along with a small bundle； and Juilin； notched sword…breaker at his belt and leaning on his head…high staff； wore an even smaller bundle； neatly tied。 Men were willing to wear the same clothes until they rotted off；
Of course； Birgitte was ready； too； bow in hand； quiver at her hip； and a cloak…wrapped bundle at her feet not much smaller than one of Elayne's。 Nynaeve would not have put it past Birgitte to have Luca's dresses in there； but it was what she wore that gave a moment's pause。 Her divided skirts could have been the voluminous trousers she had worn in Tel'aran'rhiod； except for being more gold than yellow and not being gathered at the ankles。 The short blue coat was identical in cut。
The mystery of where the garments had e from was solved when Clarine scurried up； chattering that she had taken too long； with two more of the skirts and another coat to fold into Birgitte's bundle。 She stayed to say how sorry she was that they were leaving the show； and she was not the only one to take a few moments from the bustle of hitching horses and packing up。 Aludra came with wishes for a safe journey； wherever they were going； in her Taraboner accents。 And with two more boxes of her firesticks。 Nynaeve tucked them into her scrip with a sigh。 She had made a point of leaving the others behind； and Elayne had pushed them to the back of the shelf； behind a sack of beans； when she thought Nynaeve was not looking。 Petra offered to help escort them to the river； pretending not to see his wife's eyes tighten with concern； and so did the Chavanas； and Kin and Bari； the jugglers； though when Nynaeve told them there was no need； and Petra frowned； they could barely hide their relief。 She had to speak quickly； for Galad and the other men looked on the point of accepting。 Surprisingly； even Latelle appeared briefly； with words of regret； smiles； and eyes that said she would carry their bundles if it saw them gone any sooner。 Nynaeve was surprised Cerandin did not e； though in a way she was just as glad。 Elayne might get on famously with the woman； but since the incident where she had been assaulted； Nynaeve had felt a tension whenever she was around her； perhaps the more because Cerandin gave no outward sign of the same。
Luca himself was the last； thrusting； a handful of pitiful； drought…dwarfed wildflowers at Nynaeve … the Light alone knew where he had found them … with protestations of undying love； extravagant praises for her beauty； and dramatic vows to find her again if he had to travel to the corners of the world。 She was not sure which made her cheeks grow hotter； but her frosty stare wiped the grin from Juilin's face and astonishment from Uno's。 Whatever Thom and Galad thought； they had enough sense to keep their features smooth。 She could not make herself look at Birgitte or Elayne。
The worst was that she had to stand there and listen； wilted flowers drooping over her hand； her face growing redder。 Trying to send him away with a flea in his ear would likely only have sparked him to greater efforts； and given the others more fodder than they already had。 She very nearly heaved a sigh of relief when the idiot man finally bowed himself away in elaborate flourishes of his cape。
She held on to the flowers； striding ahead of the others so she did not have to see their faces and angrily shoving bundles back into place when they shifted； until she was out of sight of the wagons around the canvas wall。 Then she threw the bedraggled blossoms down so violently that Ragan and the rest of the rough…clad Shienarans； squatting halfway across the meadow to the road； exchanged glances。 Each had a blanket…wrapped bundle on his back … small； of course！ … alongside his sword； but they were hung about with enough water bottles to last for days； and every third man had a pot or kettle dangling somewhere。 Fine。 If there was cooking to be done； let them do it！ Not waiting for them to decide whether she was safe to approach； she stalked out to the dirt road alone。
Valan Luca was the source of her fury … Humiliating her that way！ She should have thumped his head and the Dark One take what anyone thought！ … but its target was Lan Mandragoran。 Lan had never given her flowers。 Not that that was of any account。 He had expressed his feelings in words deeper and more heartfelt than Valan Luca could ever manage。 She had meant every word to Luca； but if Lan said he was going to carry you off； threats would never stop him； channeling would not stop him unless you managed it before he turned your brain and your knees to jelly with kisses。 Still； flowers would have been nice。 Nicer than another explanation of why their love could never be； certainly。 Men and their word！ Men and their honor！ Wedded to death； was he？ Him and his personal war with the Shadow！ He was going to live； he was going to wed her； and if he thought differently on either point； she intended to set him straight。 There was only the small matter of his bond to Moiraine to deal with。 She could have screamed in frustration。
She was a hundred paces down the road before the others caught up； glancing at her sideways。 Elayne only sniffed loudly while struggling to readjust the two large bundles on her back … she would have to take everything … but Birgitte strode along pretending to speak under her breath yet quite audibly muttering about women who rushed off like Carpan girls leaping from a river cliff。 Nynaeve ignored t