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〃Worried；〃 he said bluntly； no readable expression on that stone…carved face now。 〃Afraid。 I've never seen you afraid； not when we had Trollocs and Myrddraal swarming over us； not even when you learned the Forsaken were loose and Sammael was sitting almost on top of us。 Is the end ing？〃
She gave a start； and immediately wished she had not。 He was looking straight ahead over his stallion's ears； but the man never missed anything。 Sometimes she thought he could see a leaf fall behind his back。 〃Do you mean Tarmon Gai'don？ A redbird in Seleisin knows as well as I。 The Light send； not so long as any of the seals remain unbroken。〃 The pair she had were on one of Kadere's wagons； too； each packed by itself in a cask stuffed with wool。 A different wagon than the redstone doorframe； she had made sure of that。
〃What else could I mean？〃 he asked slowly； still not looking at her； and making her wish she had bitten her tongue。 〃You have bee … impatient。 I can remember when you could wait weeks for one tiny scrap of information； one word； without twitching a finger； but now …〃 He did look at her then； a blue…eyed gaze that would have intimidated most women。 And most men as well。 〃The oath you gave to the boy； Moiraine。 Whatever under the Light possessed you？〃
〃He has been drawing further and further away from me； Lan； and I must be close to him。 He needs whatever guidance I can give； and I will do everything short of sharing his bed to see that he gets it。〃 The rings had told her that that would be disaster。 Not that she had ever considered it … the very idea still shocked her！ … but in the rings it was something she would or could have considered in the future。 It was a measure of her growing desperation； no doubt； and in the rings she had seen that it would bring ruination on everything。 She wished she could remember how … there were keys to Rand al'Thor in anything she could learn about him … but only the simple fact of calamity remained in her mind。
〃Perhaps it will help your humility grow； if he tells you to fetch his slippers and light his pipe。〃
She stared at him。 Could that be a joke？ If so； it was not amusing。 She had never found that humility served very well in any situation。 Siuan claimed that growing up in the Sun Palace in Cairhien had put arrogance deeply into Moiraine's bones； where she could not even see it … something she firmly denied … but for all that Siuan was a Tairen fisherman's daughter； she could match any queen stare for stare； and to her arrogance meant opposition to her own plans。
If Lan was attempting jokes； however feeble and wrongheaded； he was changing。 For nearly twenty years he had followed her； and saved her life more times than she cared to count； often at great risk to his own。 Always he had accounted his life a small thing； valuable only for her need of it； some said he wooed death the way a bridegroom wooed his bride。 She had never held his heart； and never felt jealousy toward the women who seemed to throw themselves at his feet。 He had long claimed that he had no heart。 But he had found one this past year； found it when a woman tied it on a string to hang around her neck。
He denied her； of course。 Not his love for Nynaeve al'Meara； once a Wisdom in the Two Rivers and now an Accepted of the White Tower； but that he could ever have her。 He had two things； he said； a sword that would not break and a war that could not end； he would never gift a bride with those。 That； at least； Moiraine had taken care of； though he would not know how until it was done。 If he did； he would very probably try to change matters； stubborn fool man that he could be。
〃This arid land seems to have withered your own humility； al'Lan Mandragoran。 I shall have to find some water to make it grow again。〃
〃My humility is honed to razor sharpness；〃 he told her dryly。 〃You never let it grow too dull。〃 Wetting a white scarf from his leather water bottle； he handed her the sodden cloth。 She tied it around her temples without ment。 The sun was beginning to rise above the mountains behind them； a searing ball of molten gold。
The thick column snaked up the barren side of Chaendaer； its tail still in Rhuidean when its head had crested the slope； then down onto rough； hilly flats dotted with rock spires and flat…topped buttes； some streaked with red or ocher through the gray or brown。 The air was so clear that Moiraine could see for miles； even after they were down off Chaendaer。 Great natural arches reared； and in every direction jagged mountains clawed at the sky。 Dry gullies and hollows split a land sparsely dotted with low； thorny bushes and leafless spiny plants。 The rare tree； gnarled and stunted； usually bore spines or thorns as well。 The sun made it an oven。 A hard land that had shaped a hard people。 But Lan was not the only one changing； or being changed。 She wished she could see what Rand would make of the Aiel in the end。 There was a long journey ahead； for everyone。
Chapter 8
（Sunburst）
Over the Border
Clinging to her perch at the rear of the jouncing wagon； Nynaeve used one hand for herself and one for her straw hat as she peered back at the furious dust storm dwindling behind them in the distance。 The broad brim shaded her face in the morning heat； but the breeze generated by the wagon's rumbling speed was enough to snatch it from her head despite the dark red scarf tied under her chin。 Low…hilled grassland with occasional thickets rolled by； the grass sere and thin in the late…summer heat； dust churned up by the wagon wheels obscured her vision somewhat； and made her cough besides。 The white clouds in the sky lied。 There had been no rain since before they left Tanchico； weeks earlier； and it had been some time since the wide road had borne the traffic of wagons that once kept it hard packed。
No one appeared riding out of that seemingly solid wall of brown； which was just as well。 She had lost her anger at brigands trying to stop them this close to escaping the madness of Tarabon； and unless she was angry； she could not sense the True Source； much less channel。 Even angry； she had been surprised at being able to raise such a storm； once whipped up； full of her fury； it held a life of its own。 Elayne had been startled at the size of it； too； though thankfully she had not let on to Thom or Juilin。 But even if her strength was increasing … her teachers in the Tower had said that it would； and certainly none of them was strong enough to best one of the Forsaken as she had … even with that； she still had that limitation。 Had any of the bandits appeared； Elayne would have had to deal with them alone； and she did not want that。 Her earlier anger was gone； but she was making fine for another crop。
Awkwardly climbing up over the canvas lashed across the load of casks； she reached down to one of the water barrels fastened along the sides of the wagon together with the chests of their possessions and supplies。 Immediately her hat was on the back of her head； held only by the scarf。 Her fingers could just touch the lid of the barrel； unless she released the rope that she was gripping with her other hand； and the way the wag