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ill have to do。〃
Neres' face darkened。 Staring straight ahead； somewhere a pace to her left； he growled； 〃My hold is full of valuable cargo。 Very valuable cargo。〃
〃I wonder if customs men are active along the Eldar here？〃 Elayne said idly； eyeing the tree…lined banks to either side。 The river was only a few hundred paces wide here； bordered with dried black mud and bare yellow clay。 〃Ghealdan to one side and Amadicia to the other。 It might seem odd； your hold full of goods from the south and you heading south。 Of course； you probably have all the documents showing where you've paid duties。 And you could explain that you didn't unload because of the troubles in Samara。 I have heard that excise men are quite understanding； really。〃
The corners of his mouth turning down； he still did not look at either of them。
Which was why he had a very good view when Thom fanned empty hands； made a flourish； and was suddenly twirling a pair of knives through his fingers before making one of them disappear。
〃Just keeping in practice；〃 Thom said； scratching one long mustache with the other blade。 〃I like to maintain certain。。。 skills。〃 The gash in his white…haired scalp and the fresh blood on his face； added to a bloodstained rent in one shoulder of his coat and tears elsewhere besides； made him look villainous in any pany but Uno's。 The Shienaran's toothy smile held no mirth at all； and did unfortunate things to his long scar and the new slash down his face； red and raw。 The glaring crimson eye on his patch almost paled in parison。
Neres shut his eyes and drew a long； long breath。
The hatches came open； and crates and casks went splashing over the side； some heavy； most light and smelling of spices。 Neres winced every time the river closed over something else。 He brightened … if such a thing could be said of him … when Nynaeve directed that bolts of silk and carpets and bales of fine woolens be left below。 Until he realized that she meant them for bedding。 If his face had been sour before； now it could have curdled milk in the next room。 Through the whole thing he never said a word。 When women began drawing up buckets of water on ropes to wash their children right there on the deck； he strode to the stern； hands clenched behind his back； and stared at the few floating casks as they fell behind。
In a way； it was Neres' peculiar attitude toward women that began smoothing the edges from Elayne's acid tongue； and Birgitte's That was the way Nynaeve saw it； she herself had maintained her usual even disposition； of course。 Neres disliked women。 The crew spoke quickly when they had to speak to one of the women； all the while darting glances at the captain until they could hurry back to their duties。 A fellow who seemed to have nothing to do for a moment was more likely than not to be sent running to some task by a roar from Neres if he exchanged two words with anyone in skirts。 Their hasty ments and muttered warnings made Neres' opinions perfectly clear。
Women cost a man money； they fought like alley cats； and they caused trouble。 Any and all trouble a man had could be laid to women； one way or another。 Neres expected half of them to be rolling on the deck clawing one another before the first sunset。 They would all flirt with his crew； and bring on dissension where they did not cause fights。 Could he have sent all women off his ship； forever； he might have been happy。 Could he have had them out of his life； he would have been ecstatic。
Nynaeve had never encountered the like。 Oh； she had heard men mutter about women and money； as if men did not fling coin about like water … they just had no head for money； less than Elayne … and she had even heard them lay various troubles to women； usually when it was they themselves who had caused all the bother。 But she could not recall ever meeting a man who truly disliked women。 It was a surprise to learn that Neres had a wife and a horde of children in Ebou Dar； but no surprise that he stayed at home only long enough to load a new cargo。 He did not even want to talk to a woman。 It was simply amazing。 Sometimes Nynaeve found herself looking at him sideways； the way she would have at some incredible animal。 Far stranger than s'redit； or anything else in Luca's menagerie。
Naturally； there was no way that Elayne or Birgitte could vent their bile where he might hear。 Rolling eyes and meaningful looks among Thom and the others were bad enough； they at least made some effort to hide them。 Neres' open satisfaction at having his ridiculous expectations met … he surely would have seen it so … that would have been unbearable。 He left them no choice but to swallow their acid and smile。
For herself； Nynaeve could have done with a little time with Thom and Uno and Juilin away from Neres' eye。 They were forgetting themselves again； forgetting they were supposed to do as they were told。 The results did not matter； they should wait。 And for some reason they had taken to tormenting Neres with darkly smiling ments about cracking heads and slitting throats。 But the only place she could be sure of avoiding Neres was in the cabin。 They were not particularly large men； though Thom was tall and Uno fairly wide； yet crowded in there； they would have filled the tiny space to where they were looming over her。 Hardly conducive to the tongue…lashing she wanted to hand out； give a man the chance to loom； and he had the battle half won。 So she put on a pleasant mask； ignored startled frowns from Thom and Juilin； incredulous stares from Uno and Ragan； and enjoyed the outward good temper the other women had been forced to adopt。
She managed to keep smiling when she learned why the sails were so full； the undulating riverbanks rushing by under the afternoon as fast as a trotting horse。 Neres had had the sweeps pulled in and stored along the railings； he almost looked happy。 Almost。 A low clay bluff ran along the Amadicia bank： on the Ghealdan side lay a broad ribbon of reeds between river and trees； mainly brown where water had receded。 Samara lay only a few hours upriver。
〃You channeled；〃 she said to Elayne through her teeth。 Wiping sweat from her brow with the back of her hand； she resisted the urge to dash it to the slowly heaving deck。 The other passengers left a clear space for the two of them and Birgitte a few paces across； but she still kept her voice low； and as affable as she could manage。 Her stomach seemed to move a heartbeat behind the ship's roll； that hardly improved her temper。 〃This wind is your doing。〃 She hoped there was enough red fennel in her scrip。
From Elayne's damply glowing countenance and wide eyes； milk and honey should have fountained from her mouth。 〃You are turning into a frightened rabbit。 Pull yourself together。 Samara is miles behind us。 No one could sense anything useful from that far。 She would have to be on the ship with us to know。 I was very quick。〃
Nynaeve thought her own face might crack if she held her smile any longer； but out of the corner of her eye she could see Neres； studying his passengers and shaking his head。 Angry as she was at that moment； she could also see the almost fad