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She approached Rand’s tent hesitantly A sliver of light showed along the tent flap A Maiden seeround as she came closer, horn bow on her back, quiver at her waist and spears and buckler in hand Egwene could not make out any others in the darkness, but she knew they were there, even here surrounded by six clans all claio their march; Timolan would not say what his intentions were Where the other clans were, Rand did not seeai Pass

"Is he awake, Enaila?" she asked

Moonshadows shifted on the Maiden’s face as she nodded "He does not sleep enough A o without rest" She sounded for all the world like aover her son

A shadow beside the tent stirred, became Aviendha with her sharapped around her She did not see hiht work I have heard of worown man should know that others would like to have their blankets" She and Enaila shared a quiet chuckle

Shaking her head over Aiel strangeness, Egwene bent to peer through the crack Several lamps lit the interior He was not alone Natael’s dark eyes looked haggard, and he stifled a yawn He at least wanted sleep Rand lay sprawled close by one of the gilded oil la a battered leatherbound book One translation or another of the Prophecies of the Dragon, if she knew hies, read, then laughed She tried to tell herself there was nothing of h, only bitterness "A fine joke," he told Natael, snapping the book shut and tossing it to hie four hundred, and tell htened as she straightened He really should be more careful with a book She could not speak to hileeman It was a shame that he had to use a man he barely knew for coh, and Lan every day, and Mat sometimes "Why don’t you join them, Aviendha? If you were there,besides that book"

"He wanted to talk with the gleewene, and he seldom does that in front of me or anyone Had I not left, he and Natael would have"

"Children are a great worry, I have heard" Enaila laughed "And sons the worst You iven up the spear" Aviendha gave her a ainst the side of the tent like an offended cat Enaila see

Muttering to herself about Aiel huwene made her way to Moiraine’s tent, not far froht, and she knew that the Aes Sedai ake Moiraine was channeling; only tiny awene to sense Lan lay sleeping nearby, wrapped in his Warder’s cloak; except for his head and boots, the rest of hi her cloak, she held her skirts up and tiptoed so as not to wake hi linted on his eyes, open and watching her Even as she turned her head, they closed again Not another ht never have wakened at all Sometimes the man unnerved her Whatever Nynaeve saw in hi beside the tent flap, she peered in Moiraine sat surrounded by the glow of saidar, the s fro a bit to the light of a single laone

"May I come in?"

She had to repeat herself before Moiraine answered "Of course" The light of saidar faded away, and the Aes Sedai began fastening the fine golden chain back into her hair

"You were eavesdropping on Rand?" Egwene settled herself beside the other woman It was as cold in the tent as it was outside She channeled flames atop the ashes in the firepit and tied the flow "You said you would not do it again"

"I said that since the Wise Ones could watch his dreaain since he shut them out, and I have not offered Reoals, which may not be those of the Tower"

As quickly as that, they had coas still not sure how to tell what she kneithout betraying herself to the Wise Ones, but perhaps the only method was to just tell it and then feel her way "Elaida is Amyrlin, Moiraine I do not knohat has happened to Siuan"

"How do you know?" Moiraine said quietly "Did you learn so? Or has your Talent as a Dreamer finally manifested itself?"

That was her way out Soht be a Dreamer, a woman whose dreams foretold the future She did have drea to interpret thee had to come from within, and none of the Aes Sedai had been anydown in a chair, and somehow she knew that the chair’s oould beher chair taken; that the oas a wowith Faile on his lap, kissing her while she played with the shortcut beard that he wore in the dream Behind thele A ht yellow coat stood near to Perrin’s shoulder, a sword strapped to his back; in soh no Tinker would even touch a sword And every bit of it except the beard see Perrin, even the Tinker Every time he moved closer to Perrin it was as if a chill of doo dice with blood strea down his face, the wide brim of his hat pulled low so she could not see his wound, while Thom Merrilin put his hand into a fire to draw out the sled on Moiraine’s forehead Or a drea without wind or rain while forked lightning bolts, every one identical, rent the earth She had the dreams, but as a Dreamer she was a failure so far

"I saw an arrest warrant for you, Moiraine, signed by Elaida as Amyrlin And it was no ordinary drealad that Nynaeve was not there I’d be the one sta