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； Rand； leave her and let her find another。 It will be the best gift you can give her。〃 Straightening； he raised one hand。 〃Peace favor your sword。 Tai'shar Manetheren。〃 The ancient salute。 True blood of Manetheren。
Rand lifted his hand。 〃Tai'shar Malkier。〃
Lan heeled Mandarb's flanks； and the stallion leaped forward； scattering Aiel and everyone else from his path； as if to carry the last of the Malkieri wherever he was headed at a gallop the entire way。
〃The last embrace of the mother wele you home； Lan；〃 Rand murmured； then shivered。 That was part of the funeral service in Shienar； and elsewhere in the Borderlands。
They were still watching him； the Aiel； the people atop the walls。 The Tower would know of today； or a version of it； as soon as a pigeon could fly there。 If Rahvin did have some way of watching as well … all it took was one raven in the city； one rat here along the river … he certainly would not expect anything today。 Elaida would think him weakened； perhaps more pliable； and Rahvin。。。
He realized what he was doing and winced。 Stop it！ For one minute at least； stop and mourn！ He did not want all those eyes on him。 Aiel fell back before him almost as readily as they had before Mandarb。
The dockmaster's slate…roofed hut was a single windowless stone room lined with shelves full of ledgers and scrolls and papers； lit by two lamps on a rough table covered with tax seals and customs stamps。 Rand slammed the door behind him to shut out eyes。
Moiraine dead； Egwene injured； and Lan gone。 A high price to pay for Lanfear。
〃Mourn； burn you！〃 he growled。 〃She deserved that much！ Don't you have any feelings left？〃 But mostly he felt numb。 His body hurt； but under it was deadness。
Hunching his shoulders； he stuffed his hands into his pockets and felt Moiraine's letters。 Slowly he drew them out。 Some things he should think on； she had said。 Stuffing Thom's back； he broke the seal on the other。 The pages were covered thickly with Moiraine's elegant script。
These words will fade within moments after this leaves your hands … a warding attuned to you … so be careful of it。 That you are reading this means that events have fallen out at the docks as I hoped。。。
He stopped； staring； then read on quickly。
Since the first day I reached Rhuidean； I have known … it need not trouble you how； some secrets belong to others； and I will not betray them … that a day would e in Cairhien when news would arrive of Morgase。 I did not know what that would be … if what we heard is true； the Light have mercy on her soul； she was willful and stubborn； with the temper of a lioness at times； but for all that a true； good and gracious queen … but each time that news led to the docks on the following day。 There were three branches from the docks； but if you are reading this； I am gone； and so is Lanfear。。。
Rand's hands tightened on the pages。 She had known。 Known； and still she brought him here。 Hurriedly he smoothed out the crumpled paper。
The other two paths were much worse。 Down one； Lanfear killed you。 Down the other； she carried you away； and when next we saw you； you called yourself Lews Therin Telamon and were her devoted lover。
I hope that Egwene and Aviendha have survived unharmed。 You see； I do not know what happens in the world after； except perhaps for one small thing which does not concern you。
I could not tell you； for the same reason I could not tell Lan。 Even given the choices； 1 could not be sure which you would pick。 Men of the Two Rivers； it seems； retain much of storied Manetheren in them； traits shared with men of the Borderlands。 It is said that a Borderlander will take a dagger's wound to avoid harm to a woman and count it fair trade。 I dared not risk that you would place my life above your own； certain that somehow you could sidestep fate。 Not a risk； I fear； but a foolish certainty； as today has surely proved。。。
〃My choice； Moiraine；〃 he muttered。 〃It was my choice。〃
A few final points。
If Lan has not already gone； tell him that what I did to him； I did for the best。 He will understand one day； and I hope； bless me for it。
Trust no woman fully who is now Aes Sedai。 I do not speak simply of the Black Ajah； though you must always be watchful for them。 Be as suspicious of Verin as you are of Alviarin。 We have made the world dance as we sang for three thousand years。 That is a difficult habit to break； as I have learned while dancing to your song。 You must dance free； and even the best intentioned of my sisters may well try to guide your steps as I once did。
Please deliver Thom Merrilin's letter safely when you meet him again。 There is a small matter that I once told him of which I must make clear for his peace of mind。
Lastly； be wary too of Master Jasin Natael。 I cannot approve wholly； but I understand。 Perhaps it was the only way。 Yet be careful of him。 He is the same man now that he always was。 Remember that always。
May the Light illumine and protect you。 You will do well。
It was signed simply 〃Moiraine。〃 She had almost never used her House name。
He reread the second last paragraph again closely。 Somehow she had known who Asmodean was。 It had to be that。 Known that one of the Forsaken was right there in front of her； and never blinked once。 She had known why； too； if he read it right。 He would have thought in a letter that would go blank when he set it down； she could have e right out and said what she meant。 Not just concerning Asmodean。 About how she had learned what she had in Rhuidean … something to do with Wise Ones； or he missed his guess； and as much chance of finding out more from the letter as from them … about Aes Sedai … was there a reason she mentioned Verin？ And why Alviarin instead of Elaida？ … even about Thom and Lan。 For some reason he did not think she had left a letter for Lan； the Warder was not the only one who believed in clean wounds。 He almost took Thom's letter out and opened it； but she might have warded it the same way she had his。 Aes Sedai and Cairhienin； she had wrapped herself in mystery and manipulation to the end。 To the end。
That was what he was trying to avoid with all this blather about her keeping secrets。 She had known what would happen and e as bravely as any Aiel。 e to her death knowing it waited。 She had died because he could not bring himself to kill Lanfear。 He could not kill one woman； so another died。 His eyes fell on the last words。
。 。 。 You will do well。
They cut like a cold razor。
〃Why do you weep here alone； Rand al'Thor？ I have heard that some wetlanders think it is shame to be seen weeping。〃
He glared at Sulin； standing in the doorway。 She was fully accoutered； cased bow on her back； quiver at her belt； round hide buckler and three spears in hand。 〃I'm not。。。 〃 There was dampness on his cheeks。 He scrubbed it away。 〃It's hot in here。 Makes me sweat like a。。。 What do you want？ I thought you had all decided to abandon me and go back to the Three…fold Land。〃
〃It is not we who have abandoned you； Rand al'Thor。〃 Shutting the door behind her； she s