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She gave hiht me to handle several flows at once I can block them, tie those off, and wrap the" That selfsatisfied little sh to handle them, and their horses, but that leaves the rest to you until I can bring help If any get away They can surely cast those spears this far, and if one of theround" For a ry that she could not coaze as furious as he had ever seen it "Egwene has told , but she knows little, and I less"

What could she be angry about now? Better to try understanding the sun than a woht wryly Thom Merrilin had told hi those women," he told her "I will do the rest Not until I touch your ar, but he would not have to split flows, only weave one intricate flow of Air that would bind ar a deep breath, he grabbed hold of saidin, touched her arm and channeled

Shocked cries rose fros, too, but they could be through the gateway before they attracted anyone else Holding on to the Source, he seized Aviendha’s ar her snarls that she could walk At least this way he broke a trail for her, and they had to hurry

The Seanchan quieted, staring as he and Aviendha made their way around in front of them The tomen ere not sul’daainst his weave He held it rather than tying; he would have to release it when he went anyway, for the simple reason that he could not leave even Seanchan bound in the snow If they did not freeze to death, there was always the big cat whose tracks he had seen Where there was one, there ht, but instead of looking into his rooray blank It seemed narrower than he rerayness It had been woven froht slid across the Void He could not tell what it was meant to do, yet it could easily be a trap for whoever stepped through, woven by one of the male Forsaken By Asmodean, most likely; if the ain his place a here If Aviendha only reateway in the first place, she could open another, but as it was, they were going to have to use this, trap or no

One of the mounted woray breast of her cloak, had a severe face and dark eyes that seeer and paler and shorter, yet reen cloak The little fingers of her riding gloves were too long Rand knew froers covered nails grown long and no doubt lacquered, both signs of Seanchan nobility The soldiers were stifffaced and stiffbacked, but the officer’s blue eyes glittered behind the jaws of the insectlike helled futilely to reach his sword

Rand did not care very much about them, but he did not want to leave the daive the at his, but they had not chosen to be prisoners, treated little better than domestic animals themselves He put a hand to the collar of the nearest, and felt a jolt that nearly nued through him like the snowstorm a thousandfold The damane’s short yellow hair flailed as she convulsed at his touch, screa white Both would have fallen if not held by bonds of Air

"You try it," he told Aviendha, working his hand "A wo safely I don’t kno it unfastens" It looked of a piece, linked somehow, just like bracelet and leash "But it went on, so it must be able to come off" A few moments could not ateway Was it As at the other worowled as the dairl of sixteen or seventeen, tried to flinch back If the leashed women had looked on Rand as a wild beast, they stared at Aviendha like a nightirl wailed "Save Seri, mistress! Please, mistress! Save Seri!" The other da uncontrollably Aviendha glared at Rand as hard as she did the girl for sorily under her breath as she worked at the collar

"It is he, Lady Morsa," the other damane’s sul’dam said suddenly in a soft drawl that Rand could barely understand "I have borne the bracelet long, and I could tell if the marath’damane had done more than block Jini"

Morsa did not look surprised In fact, there seenition in her blue eyes as she gazed at Rand There was only one way that could be

"You were at Fal Aviendha behind, although only for a moment

"I was" The noblewo voice was coolly imperious "I saw you, and what you did"

"Take a care I don’t do the same here Give me no trouble, and I will leave you in peace" He could not send Aviendha first, into the Light knehat If eri over that collar They had to go through together, and be ready to face anything

"Much has been kept secret about what happened in the lands of the great Haing, Lady Morsa," the severefaced woman said Her dark eyes were as hard on Morsa as they had been on him "Rumors fly that the Ever Victorious Army has tasted defeat"

"Do you now seek truth in ru tone "A Seeker above all should knohen to keep silent The Empress herself has forbidden speech of the Corenne until she calls it again If you -- or I -- speak so much as the naues will be reueless in the Tower of Ravens? Not even the Listeners would hear you scream for