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She ht "Well, your mother is not in our dreams, Elayne, or she would probably snatch us both up by an ear" Moghedien would probably torture thee a circle of thirteen Black sisters and thirteen Myrddraal; they could turn you to the Shadow against your will that way, bind you to the Dark One Maybe Moghedien could even do it by herself Don’t be ridiculous, woman! If she could have, she would have You beat her, remember?

"I do hope not," the other woive irl at ease was all very well, but she could do with less talk of Moghedien The Forsaken had to be somewhere distant; she would not have let theht send that that’s true!

Elayne eirl usually, when she remembered that she was not in the Royal Palace in Cae the fool That, Nynaeve would take care of when Tho wash of face and hands, she set aboutdead branches from the trees for a fire By the tielding’s back, her and Elayne’s blankets were laid out under the wagon and the twobranches of one of the twentyfoot s, a good supply of firewood had been stacked, the teakettle stood cooling beside the ashes of a fire in a circle cleared of leaves, and the thick pottery cups had been washed Juilin was gruht water in the tiny stream to refill the water barrels Frolad he kept most of it to an inaudible on shafts, Elayne hardly tried to hide her interested atte Both she and Nynaeve had put on clean dresses on the other side of the wagon, switching colors as it happened

After fastening hobbles between the gelding’s forelegs, Tho them "Mardecin’s not as prosperous as it looks froround, and another of soetable "With no trade into Tarabon, the town is withering" The rest seemed to be all sacks of dried beans and turnips, plus peppercured beef and saltcured haray pottery bottle sealed ax that Nynaeve was sure held brandy; bothwith their pipes of an evening "You can hardly take six steps without seeing a Whitecloak or two The garrison is about fifty men or so, with barracks over the hill froe It was considerably larger, but it see Whitecloaks fro htful for a moment "I cannot see what he is up to" Thom was not a h for hi out the currents between noble and merchant Houses, the alliances and schemes and counterplots that made up the socalled Ga to stop a war between Illian and Altara, or athering in soldiers I’ll tell you one thing, though Whatever that lieutenant said, it is a King’s Tax that buys the food being sent into Tarabon, and the people are not happy with it Not to feed Taraboners"

"King Ailron and the Lord Captain Co what he had brought Three salted hah Amadicia as quickly and unobtrusively as we can Perhaps Elayne and I will have etables than you did Would you care for a walk, Elayne?"

Elayne got up i her hat froon seat It ht be different if Tho Skulker lee

Tholances, and the Tairen thiefcatcher pulled a coin froave hiht by ourselves We could hardly expect trouble of any sort with soher hat on her head, she tied the scarf under her chin and gave theht need to be put away" Both men nodded; slowly, reluctantly, but they did it Sometimes they took their roles as supposed protectors entirely too seriously

She and Elayne had reached the erass so as not to kick up dust, before she had it settled in herup what she wanted to say Before she could speak, though, Elayne said, "You obviously want to talk to hedien?"

Nynaeve blinked, and looked at the other woman sideways It ell to re like one Nynaeve resolved to keep a tight hold on her te it dissolve into a shouting ht they should add Moghedien to their hunt; she could not seem to realize the difference between one of the Forsaken and, say, Liandrin, or Ches toward Tho straight ahead toward the town, but sudden spots of color in her cheeks gave her the lie

"Not only is he old enough to be your father twice over, but --"

"He is not ail Damodred, a Prince of Cairhien and First Prince of the Sword of Andor!" Straightening her hat needlessly, she went on in a h not by much "I am sorry, Nynaeve I did not ht you were in love with Rand," she said, es you have wene for him certainly say so I expect you tell her the sahtened "I do love him, but He is very far away, Nynaeve In the Waste, surrounded by a thousand Maidens of the Spear who ju I cannot see hi by the end

"You can’t think he’ll turn to a Maiden," Nynaeve said incredulously "He is a man, but he isn’t as fickle as that, and besides, one of them would put a spear in him if he looked at her crossways, even if he is this Dahatever Anyway, Egwene says Aviendha is keeping an