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ons with。 Yesterday evening she had made him strip the canvas off that oddly twisted redstone doorframe in the wagon just behind his。 She seemed to take a perverse delight in making him help her himself with whatever she wanted to study。 He would have covered the thing up again if he could bear to go near it； or could make any of his drivers do so。 None with him now had seen Herid fall half through it in Rhuidean and half disappear … Herid had been the first to run away once they cleared the Jangai； the man had not been entirely right in the head after the Warder hauled him back … but they could look at it； see the way the corners did not meet properly； how you could not follow it around with your eyes without blinking and growing dizzy。
Kadere ignored the first three riders as much as the Aes Sedai had ignored him； and Mat Cauthon almost as much。 The man was wearing his hat； he had never been able to find a replacement。 The Aiel wench； Aviendha； rode up behind the young Aes Sedai's saddle； both with their skirts pushed up to show their legs。 If he needed any confirmation that the Aiel woman was bedding al'Thor； he only had to see the way she looked at him； a woman who had taken a man to her bed always looked at him with that light of ownership in her eyes after。 More importantly； Natael was with them。 This was the first time Kadere had been this close to him since crossing the Spine of the World。 Natael； who stood high in the Darkfriends。 If he could get past the Maidens to reach Natael。。。
Suddenly Kadere blinked。 Where were the Maidens？ Al'Thor always had an escort of spear…wielding women。 Frowning； he realized he could not see a single Maiden among the Aiel on the quay or the docks。
〃Aren't you going to look at an old friend； Hadnan？〃
That melodious voice jerked Kadere around； gaping at a hatchet…nosed face； dark eyes almost hidden by rolls of fat。 〃Keille？〃 It was impossible。 No one survived alone in the Waste except Aiel。 She had to be dead。 But there she stood； white silk straining over her bulk； ivory bs standing tall in her dark curls。
A faint smile on her lips； she turned with a grace that still surprised him in a woman so large and lightly； climbed the steps into his wagon。
For a moment he hesitated； then hurried after her。 He would as soon Keille Shaogi really had died in the Waste … the woman was bossy and obnoxious； she need not think she was getting a penny of the little he had managed to salvage … but she stood as high as Jasin Natael。 Perhaps she would answer a few questions。 At the least； he would have someone to work with。 At the worst； someone to put blame on。 Power went with standing high； but so did blame for the failures of those beneath you。 More than once he had fed his superiors to those still higher up in order to cover himself。
Carefully closing the door； he turned … and would have screamed if his throat had not clenched too tight for sound。
The woman who stood there wore white silk； but she was not fat。 She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen； eyes like dark； bottomless mountain pools； woven silver belting her narrow waist； silver crescents in her shimmering black hair。 Kadere knew that face from his dreams。
His knees thudding to the floor shook breath loose。 〃Great Mistress；〃 he said hoarsely； 〃how may I serve？〃
Lanfear might have been looking at an insect； one she might crush beneath her slipper or might not。 〃By showing your obedience to my mands。 I have been too busy to watch Rand al'Thor myself。 Tell me what he has done； aside from conquering Cairhien； what he plans to do。〃
〃It is difficult； Great Mistress。 One such as myself cannot e close to such as he。〃 An insect； those cool eyes said； allowed to live so long as it was useful。 Kadere racked his brain for everything he had seen or heard or imagined。 〃He is sending Aiel south in huge numbers； Great Mistress； though I do not know why。 The Tairens and Cairhienin do not seem to notice； but I don't think they can tell one Aiel from another。〃 Neither could he。 He would not dare lie to her； but if she thought he had more use than he did。。。 He has founded a school of some sort； in a city palace that belonged to a House with no survivors。。。 〃 At first there was no way to tell whether she liked what she was hearing； but as he went on； her face began to darken。
〃What is it you want me to see； Moiraine？〃 Rand said impatiently； tying Jeade'en's reins to one wheel of the last wagon in line。
She was standing on tiptoe to peer over the side of the wagonbed at a pair of casks that seemed familiar。 Unless he was mistaken； they held the two cuendillar seals； packed in wool for protection now that they were no longer unbreakable。 He felt the Dark One's taint strongly here； it almost seemed to e from the casks； a faint miasma as from something rotting in a hidden place。
〃It will be safe here；〃 Moiraine murmured。 Lifting her skirts gracefully； she started up the line of wagons。 Lan heeled her； a half…tame wolf； the cloak hanging down his back all disturbing ripples of color and nothingness。
Rand glared。 〃Did she tell you what it was； Egwene？〃
〃Just that you had to see something。 That you had to e here； anyway。〃
〃You must trust Aes Sedai；〃 Aviendha said； almost as levelly； but with a hint of doubt。 Mat snorted。
〃Well； I mean to find out now。 Natael； go tell Bael I'll be with him in …〃
At the other end of the line； the side of Kadere's wagon exploded； splinters scything down Aiel and townsfolk。 Rand knew； he did not need goose bumps prickling his skin to know。 He raced； toward the wagon； after Moiraine and Lan。 Time seemed to slow； everything happening at once； as if the air were jelly clinging to each moment。
Lanfear stepped out into stunned silence except for the moans and screams of the injured； something limp and pale and red…streaked hanging from her hand； dragging behind her as she walked down invisible steps。 Her face was a mask carved of ice。 〃He told me； Lews Therin；〃 she almost screamed； flinging the pale thing into the air。 Something caught it； inflated it for a moment into a bloody； transparent； statue of Hadnan Kadere； his skin； removed whole。 The figure collapsed and fell as Lanfear's voice rose to a screech。 〃You let another woman touch you！ Again！〃
Moments clinging； all happening at once。
Before Lanfear reached the stones of the quay； Moiraine lifted her skirts higher and began running straight toward her。 Quick as she was； Lan was quicker； ignoring her shout of； 〃No； Lan！〃 Sword ing out； long legs carried him ahead of her； color…shifting cloak waving behind as he charged。 Suddenly he seemed to run into an invisible stone wall； bounce back； try to stagger forward again。 One step； and as if a giant hand had smashed him aside； he flew ten paces through the air； crashing to the stones。
While he was in midair； Moiraine jerked forward； feet skidding along the pavement； until she was face to face with Lanfear。 It was only for a moment。 The Forsaken looked at her as though wondering what could have gotten in her way； then Moiraine was flung to one side so hard s