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He shook his head, eyeing her up and down, and before she could say another word, he had seized her arh the entrance The horse handlers there recognized her, of course, and the brokennosed fellows started forward hefting their cudgels She waved the her arm free; it took three tries, and still it was rip like iron The men with the clubs hesitated, then drifted back to their places when they saw Uno drop his grip Apparently they knehat Valan Luca would prefer the?" she de to see that she did so without et in He had slightly bowed legs, and moved like a manto herself, she picked up her skirts and stalked after hieries were set up behind brown canvas walls not far off, and beyond thees None too close to the city walls, though Apparently the governor, as they called the woh she had never heard of a woman mayor -- had decreed half a mile as the distance, to protect the town in case any of the anin over the entrance to the nearest show said MAIRIN GOME in florid green and gold To to a rope hanging from a tall framework of poles that had not been there when Luca’s walls went up Apparently the boarhorses’ rearing high enough to be seen was having an effect The women contorted themselves into positions that hedien had done, and soed to hold themselves out in horizontal handstands to either side of the rope The croaiting in was ale as the one in front of Luca’s None of the other shows had anything visible that she could see, and their croere much smaller

Uno refused to answer her questions or say a word or do ive her dire frowns until they were out of the jam of people and onto a cart path of hardpacked dirt "What I arowled then, "is to take you where we can fla bits by fla heon" There was no one within thirty paces of theht hear "Blood and bloody ashes, wooatheads are like? Half of theht, and the other half think he is the bloody Creator!"

"I will thank you to e, Master Uno And I will thank you to slon, too We are not running a footrace Where are you going, and why should I stir another step with you?"

He rolled his eye toward her, chuckling wryly "Oh, I do reht you could skin and butcher a blo-- a bull at ten paces with your tongue Chaena and Nangu thought fifty" At least he did shorten his stride

Nynaeve stopped dead "Where and why?"

"Into the town" He did not stop He strode right on, flipping a hand for her to follow "I don’t knohat you’re fla here, but I remember you were mixed up with that blue woman"

Snarling under her breath, she gathered her skirts and hurried after hiain; it was the only way to hear He continued as if she had been beside him the whole time "This is no blood-- no place for you to be I can scrape together enough blo-- aagh! -- enough coin to get you to Tear, I think Ruain he looked around warily "Unless you want to go to the island instead" He must have meant Tar Valon "There’s blo-- there’s odd ru around about that, too Peace, if there aren’t!" He came from a land that had not known peace in three thousand years; Shienarans used the word as talisman and oath both "They say the old Aht -- and burned the whole --" He paused, taking a deep breath and gri, she studied him in amazement She had not seen hiether to him, and yet he Why did men always think a woman needed a man to look after her? Men could not lace up their own shirts without a wo quite well as we are, thank you Unless you knohen a river trader will dock on his way downriver"

"We? Is the blue woman with you, or the brown?" That had to be Moiraine and Verin He was certainly being cautious

"No Do you reave a blunt nod, and aseemed to faze the e of her welfare "You saw her again just now You said she had a" -- she ruff in imitation of his -- "face like a bloody queen"

He stulared around hi by skirted wide around hi to do with it, of course "Her?" he growled incredulously "But her bloody hair was black as a raven’s " He glanced at hers, and the nexthalf to hihter to a queen A bloody queen! Showing her bloody legs that way" Nynaeve nodded in agreement Until he added, "You bloody southlanders are bloody strange! No flaht dress properly, but she still blushed to reether as often as not, and thought no ether

"Did your mother never teach you to talk decently, man?" His real eye frowned at her almost as darkly as the painted one, and he rolled his shoulders In Fal Dara he and everyone else had treated her as nobly born, or the next thing to Of course, it was hard to pass herself off as a lady in that dress, and with her hair a shade that nature never ly and folded her array as terribly unco very dry at all; she had never heard of anyone who died of sweating, but she thought she ht well be the first "What are y