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〃I dole out the money；〃 she told him； slapping the scrip。 〃Unless you want to offer me your wagon？〃 She gave him a smile that wiped his clean away and backed him up two steps besides。
The shouting had roused people from the wagons； and everyone gathered around while Luca introduced the troupe's new performers。 He was rather vague about Nynaeve； merely calling what she did startling； she needed to have a talk with him。
The horse handlers； as Luca called the men who had no performing talent； were a scruffy； surly lot in general； perhaps because they were paid less。 There were not very many of them； pared to the number of wagons。 In fact； it turned out that everyone helped with the work； including driving the wagons； there was not much money in a traveling menagerie； even one like this。 The others were a mixed lot。
Petra； the strongman； was the biggest man Nynaeve had ever seen。 Not tall； but wide； his leather vest showed arms the size of tree trunks。 He was married to Clarine； the plump； brown…cheeked woman who trained dogs； she looked undersized beside him。 Latelle； who performed with the bears； was a stern…faced； dark…eyed woman with short black hair and the beginnings of a sneer permanently on her lips。 Aludra； the slender woman who was supposed to be an Illuminator； might even have been one。 She did not wear her dark hair in Taraboner braids； not surprising given the feelings in Amadicia； but she had the proper accents； and who could say what had happened to the Guild of Illuminators？ Their chapter house in Tanchico had certainly closed its doors。 The acrobats； on the other hand； claimed to be brothers named Chavana； but though they were all short； pact men； they ranged in coloring from green…eyed Taeric … his high cheekbones and hooked nose proclaiming Saldaean blood … to Barit； who was darker than Juilin and had Sea Folk tattoos on his hands； though he wore no earrings or nose…rings。
All but Latelle greeted the newers warmly； more performers meant more people attracted to the show； and more money。 The two jugglers； Ban and Kin … they really were brothers； it turned out … engaged Thom in talk of their trade； once they found out that he did not work the same way they did。 Drawing more people was one thing； petition another。 Yet it was the pale…haired woman who cared for the boar…horses who attracted Nynaeve's immediate interest。 Cerandin stood stiffly on the fringes and barely spoke … Luca claimed she had e from Shara with the animals … but her soft； slurred manner of speech made Nynaeve's ears go to points。
It took a little time to get their wagon in place。 Thom and Juilin seemed more than pleased to have the horse handlers' help with the team； sullenly as it was given； and invitations were given to Nynaeve and Elayne。 Petra and Clarine asked them to have tea once they were settled。 The Chavanas wanted the two women to have supper with them； and Kin and Ban did； too； all of which made Latelle's sneer bee a scowl。 Those invitations they declined gracefully； Elayne perhaps a bit more so than Nynaeve； the memory of herself goggling at Galad like a frog…eyed girl was too fresh for her to be more than minimally polite to any man。 Luca had his own invitation； for Elayne alone； spoken where Nynaeve could not hear。 It earned him a slapped face； and Thom ostentatiously flashed knives that seemed to roll across his hands until the man went away growling to himself and rubbing his cheek。
Leaving Elayne putting her things away in the wagon … throwing them； really； and muttering to herself furiously … Nynaeve went off to where the boar…horses were hobbled。 The huge gray animals seemed placid enough； but remembering that hole in the stone wall of The King's Lancer； she was not too sure about the leather cords connecting their massive front legs。 Cerandin was scratching the big male with her bronze…hooked goad。
〃What are they really called？〃 Diffidently； Nynaeve patted the male's long nose； or snout； or whatever it was。 Those tusks were as big around as her leg and a good three paces long； and only a little larger than the female's at that。 The snout snuffled at her skirt and she stepped back hastily。
〃S'redit；〃 the pale…haired woman said。 〃They are s'redit； but Master Luca thought a name more easily said was better。〃 That drawling accent was unmistakable。
〃Are there many s'redit in Seanchan？〃
The goad stopped moving for an instant； then resumed scratching。 〃Seanchan？ Where is that？ The s'redit are from Shara； as I am。 I have never heard of …〃
〃Perhaps you've seen Shara； Cerandin； but I doubt it。 You are Seanchan。 Unless I miss my guess； you were part of the invasion on Toman Head； left behind after Falme。〃
〃There is no doubt；〃 Elayne said； stepping up beside her。 〃We heard Seanchan accents in Falme； Cerandin。 We will not hurt you。〃
That was more than Nynaeve was willing to promise； her memories of the Seanchan were not fond ones。 And yet。。。 A Seanchan helped you when you needed it。 They are not all evil。 Only most of them。
Cerandin let out a long sigh； and sagged a little。 It was as if a tension so old that she was no longer aware of it had gone。 〃Very few people I have met know anything approaching the truth of The Return； or Falme。 I have heard a hundred tales； each more fanciful than the last； but never the truth。 As well for me。 I was left behind； and many of the s'redit； also。 These three were all I could gather。 I do not know what happened to the rest。 The bull is Mer； the cow Sanit； and the calf Nerin。 She is not Sanit's。〃
〃Is that what you did？〃 Elayne asked。 〃Train s'redit？〃
〃Or were you a sul'dam？〃 Nynaeve added before the other woman could speak。
Cerandin shook her head。 〃I was tested； as all girls are； but I could do nothing with the a'dam。 I was glad to be chosen to work with s'redit。 They are magnificent animals。 You know a great deal； to know of sul'dam and damane。 I have encountered no one before who knows of them。〃 She showed no fear。 Or perhaps it had been used up since finding herself abandoned in a strange land。 Then again； maybe she was lying。
The Seanchan were as bad as Amadicians when it came to women who could channel； perhaps worse。 They did not exile or kill； they imprisoned and used。 By means of a device called an a'dam … Nynaeve was sure it must be a sort of ter'angreal … a woman who had the ability to wield the One Power could be controlled by another woman； a sul'dam； who forced the damane to use her talents for whatever the Seanchan wanted； even as a weapon。 A damane was no better than an animal； if a well…tended one。 And they made damane of every last woman found with the ability to channel or the spark born in her； the Seanchan had scoured Toman Head more thoroughly than the Tower had ever dreamed of。 The mere thought of a'dam and sul'dam and damane made Nynaeve's stomach chum。
〃We know a little；〃 she told Cerandin； 〃but we want to know more。〃 The Seanchan were gone； driven away by Rand； but that was not to say they would not return one day。 It was a distant danger beside everything else they had to face； yet just because you had a thorn in your foot di