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passengers and shaking his head。 Angry as she was at that moment； she could also see the almost faded residue of the other woman's weaving。 Working weather was like rolling a stone downhill； it tended to keep going the way you started it。 When it bounced away from the path； as it would sooner or later； you just had to twitch it back。 Moghedien might have felt a weave of that size from Samara … maybe … but certainly not well enough to say where it had been done。 She herself was a match for Moghedien in raw strength； and if she was not strong enough to do something； it seemed safe to say the Forsaken was not either。 And she did want to travel as quickly as possible； right then； one day more than necessary in close quarters with the other two held as much attraction for her as sharing the cabin with Neres。 For that matter； an extra day on water was nothing to look forward to。 How could a ship move in such a fashion when the river looked so flat？
Smiling was beginning to make her lips ache。 〃You should have asked； Elayne。 You always go and do things without asking； without thinking。 It's time you realized if you fall into a hole running blindly； your old nurse isn't going to e pick you up and wash your face。〃 By the last word； Elayne's eyes were as round as teacups； and her bared teeth looked ready to bite。
Birgitte put a hand on each of them； leaning close and beaming as though joy had her by the throat。 〃If you two don't stop this； I'm going to tip you both into the river to cool off。 You are both acting like Shago barmaids with winteritch！〃
Sweating faces frozen in amiability； the three women stalked in different directions； just as far apart as the ship would allow。 Near sunset Nynaeve heard Ragan say that she and the others must really be relieved to be away from Samara； the way they were all but laughing on one another's shoulder； and the other men seemed to be thinking much the same； but the rest of the women aboard watched them with faces much too smooth。 They knew trouble when they saw it。
Yet bit by bit； that trouble oozed away。 Nynaeve was not exactly sure how。 Perhaps the pleasant exteriors Elayne and Birgitte put on just seeped inside in spite of them。 Perhaps the ridiculousness of it all； trying to keep a friendly smile on your face while putting a proper bite into your words； struck them more and more。 Whatever did it； she could not plain at the oute。 Slowly； day by day； words and tones began to match faces； and now and then one of them even looked embarrassed； plainly remembering how she had been behaving。 Neither spoke one word of apology； of course； which Nynaeve quite understood。 Had she been as foolish and vicious as they； she certainly would not want to remind anyone。
The children played a part in restoring Elayne and Birgitte to equilibrium； too； though it actually started with Nynaeve looking after the men's wounds that first morning on the river。 She brought out her scrip full of herbs； making poultices and ointments； bandaging cuts。 Those gashes made her angry enough to Heal … sickness and injury always made her angry … and she did so； for some of the worst； though she had to be careful。 Wounds vanishing would have set people talking； and the Light knew what Neres would do if he thought he had an Aes Sedai aboard； very likely sneak a man ashore in Amadicia by night and try to have them arrested。 For that matter； the news might have sent some of the refugees over the side。
With Uno； for example； she rubbed a touch of stinging mardroot…oil liniment into his heavily bruised shoulder； dabbed a bit of healall ointment on the fresh slash down his face … no point wasting either … and wrapped his head in bandages until he could hardly move his jaw before Healing him。 When he gasped and flailed； she said briskly； 〃Don't be such a baby。 I wouldn't have thought a little pain would bother a big strong man。 Now； you leave those alone； if you even touch them in the next three days； I'll dose you with something you won't soon forget。〃
He nodded slowly； staring at her so uncertainly that it was plain he did not know what she had done。 If he realized when he finally took the bandages off； with luck no one else would remember exactly how bad the gash had been； and he should have sense enough to keep his mouth shut。
Once she began； it was only natural to go on to the rest of the passengers。 Few of the refugees lacked bruises and scrapes； and some of the children were showing signs of fevers or worms。 Those she could Heal without worry； children always made a fuss when they were dosed with anything that did not taste of honey。 If they told their mothers it had felt odd； children always had fancies。
She had never really been fortable around children。 True； she wanted to have Lan's babies。 Part of her did。 Children could make a mess from nothing。 They seemed to have the habit of doing the opposite of what you told them as soon as your back was turned； just to see how you would react。 Yet she found herself smoothing back the dark hair of a boy no higher than her waist who stared up at her owlishly with bright blue eyes。 They looked very like Lan's eyes。
Elayne and Birgitte joined her； just to help keep order at first； but one way or another they gravitated to the children too。 Strangely； Birgitte did not look at all silly with a boy of three or four cradled on either hip and a ring of children about her； singing them a nonsense song about dancing animals。 And Elayne handed round a sack of sweet red candies。 The Light knew where she had gotten them； or why。 She did not look guilty at all when Nynaeve caught her sneaking one into her own mouth； she only grinned； gently pulled a little girl's thumb from her mouth and replaced it with another candy。 The children laughed as if just remembering how； and snuggled themselves into Nynaeve's skirts； or Elayne's or Birgitte's； as easily as into their mothers'。 It was very difficult to maintain any sort of temper in those circumstances。 She could not even bring herself to do more than sniff； and that faintly； when Elayne resumed her study of the a'dam in the privacy of the cabin on the second day。 The woman seemed more convinced than ever that the bracelet； necklace and leash created a strange form of linking。 Nynaeve even sat with her once or twice； the sight of the vile thing itself was enough to enable her to embrace saidar and follow along。
The refugees' stories came out； of course。 Families separated； lost or dead。 Farms and shops and crafts ruined as ripples of the world's troubles spread out； disrupting trade。 People could not buy when they could not sell。 The Prophet had only been the last brick on the cart that broke the axle。 Nynaeve said nothing when she saw Elayne slipping a gold mark to a fellow with thin gray hair who knuckled a wrinkled forehead and tried to kiss her hand。 She would learn how fast gold vanished。 Besides； Nynaeve had handed out a few coins herself。； Well； perhaps more than a few。
All but two of the men were grizzled or balding； with leathery faces and work…callused hands。 Younger men had been snatched into the army if they were not caught up by the Prophet； those who r