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it； she would pin his ears to either mast he chose。 Blindfolded。 He stalked off red…faced and shouting for lines to be tightened that could not have been made any tighter without popping。
At that point Nynaeve would not have cared whether Birgitte actually carried out the threat。 Pokeleaf might have left a slight reddish cast to her own hair； yet it was close enough to its natural color almost to make her cry for joy。 Unless everyone aboard came down with sore gums and toothaches； she had more than enough pokeleaf remaining。 And sufficient red fennel to keep her stomach in its place。 She could not help sighing in satisfaction once her hair was dry and in a proper braid again。
Of course； with Elayne channeling good winds and Neres running light or dark； thatch…roofed villages and farms sped past on either bank； marked by people waving in the day and lit windows in the night； showing no sign of the turmoil farther upriver。 Broad as the misnamed craft was； it made good time； rolling along downriver。
Neres seemed torn between pleasure at his good luck at such winds and worry at moving in daylight。 More than once he gazed longingly at a backwater； a tree…shrouded stream or a pool cut deep into the bank where Riverserpent might have been moored and hidden。 Occasionally Nynaeve remarked where he could hear about how glad he must be that the people from Samara would soon be off his ship； with a ment thrown in about how well this woman was looking now that she was rested or how energetic that woman's children were。 That was enough to put ideas of stopping right out of his head。 It might have been easier to threaten him with the Shienarans； or Thom and Juilin； but those fellows were getting entirely too big…headed as it was。 And she certainly had no intention of arguing with a man who still would neither look at her nor talk to her。
Gray dawning of the third day saw the crew manning the sweeps again to draw them in to a dock at Boannda。 It was a considerable town； larger than Samara； on a point of land where the swift River Boern； ing down from Jehannah； ran into the slower Eldar。 There were even three towers inside the tall gray walls； and a building shining white beneath a red tile roof that could certainly pass for a palace； if a small one。 As Riverserpent was lashed fast to the heavy pilings at the end of one dock … half their length across dried mud … Nynaeve wondered aloud why Neres had gone all the way to Samara when he could have unloaded his goods here。
Elayne nodded toward a stout man on the dock who wore a chain with some sort of seal hanging across his chest。 There were several others like him； all with the chain and a blue coat； intently watching two other broad vessels unload at other docks。 〃Queen Alliandre's excisemen； I should say。〃 Drumming his fingers on the rail； Neres was not looking at the men just as intently as they were at the other vessels。 〃Perhaps he had an arrangement with those in Samara。 I don't think he wants to talk to these。〃
The men and women from Samara marched reluctantly up the gangplank； ignored by the excisemen。 There was no custom duty on people。 For the Samarans； it was the beginning of uncertainty。 They had their lives ahead of them； and to begin anew； what they stood up in and what Nynaeve and Elayne had given them。 Before they were halfway down the dock； still huddling together； some of the women were beginning to look as disheartened as the men。 Some even began to cry。 Vexation painted Elayne's face。 She always wanted to take care of everyone。 Nynaeve hoped Elayne did not discover that she had slipped a few more silvers to some of the women。
Not all left the ship。 Areina remained； and Nicola； and Marigan； tightly clutching her sons； who gazed in anxious silence after the other children vanishing toward the town。 The two lads had not said a word since Samara that Nynaeve had heard。
〃I want to go with you；〃 Nicola told Nynaeve； unconsciously wringing her hands。 〃I feel safe near you。〃 Marigan nodded emphatically。 Areina said nothing； but she stepped closer to the other two women； making herself part of the group even as she looked levelly at Nynaeve； defying her to send her away。
Thom shook his head slightly； and Juilin grimaced； but it was to Elayne and Birgitte that Nynaeve looked。 Elayne did not hesitate in nodding； and the other woman was only a second behind。 Gathering her skirts； Nynaeve marched to Neres； standing in the stern。
〃I suppose I will have my ship back now；〃 he told the air somewhere between the ship and the dock。 〃Not before time。 This voyage has been the worst I ever undertook。〃
Nynaeve smiled broadly。 For once； he did look at her before she was done。 Well； he almost did。
It was not as if Neres had much choice。 He could hardly appeal to the authorities in Boannda。 And if he did not like the fares she offered； well； he had to sail downriver anyway。 So Riverserpent cast off again； heading for Ebou Dar； with one stop to be made that he was not informed of until Boannda began falling astern。
〃Salidar！〃 he growled； staring over Nynaeve's head。 〃Salidar's been abandoned since the Whitecloak War。 It would take a fool woman to want to be ashore at Salidar。〃
Even smiling； Nynaeve was angry enough to embrace the Source。 Neres roared； slapping at his neck and his hip at the same time。 〃The horseflies are very bad this time of year；〃 she said sympathetically。 Birgitte roared with laughter before they were halfway down the deck。
Standing in the bows； Nynaeve inhaled deeply as Elayne channeled to bring the wind up again and Riverserpent lumbered into the strong current flowing out of the Boern。 She was all but eating red fennel for meals； but even if she ran out before Salidar； she would not care。 Their journey was almost over。 Everything she had been through was worth it； for that。 Of course； she had not always thought so； and Elayne and Birgitte's rasping tongues had not been the only cause。
That first night； lying on the captain's bed in her shift while a yawning Elayne occupied the chair and Birgitte leaned against the door with her head brushing the beams； Nynaeve had used the twisted stone ring。 A single rusty gimbal…mounted lamp gave light； and surprisingly； a scent of spice from the oil； maybe Neres had not liked the stench of must and mold； either。 If she was ostentatious about nestling the ring between her breasts … and making sure the others knew it touched skin … well； she had cause。 A few hours of superficially reasonable behavior on their parts had not made her less wary。
The Heart of the Stone was exactly as it had been every time before； pale light ing from everywhere and nowhere； the glittering crystal sword Callandor thrust into the floorstones beneath the great dome； rows of huge polished redstone columns running off into shadow。 And that sensation of being watched that was so mon in Tel'aran'rhiod。 It was all Nynaeve could do not to flee； or set off on a frantic search through the columns。 She forced herself to stand in one place beside Callandor； counting slowly to one thousand and pausing every hundred to call Egwene's name。
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