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"You are only flesh!"

"My clothes?"

"Remember your toh, Rand al’Thor If I can ree thing to say; the sun would rise at ot the smallest scrap of ji’e’toh

"If you keep on like this," he said with a s you care for me"

He meant it for a jest -- there were only tays to deal with her, joke or si was fatal -- and a ht in each other’s are, and she jerked at the ivory bracelet as if to pull it off and throw it at him "The Car’a’carn is so far above other men that he does not need clothes," she spat "If he wishes to go, let hi Sorilea and Bair? Or perhaps Enaila, and Somara, and Lamelle?"

He stiffened Of all the Maidens who treated hilost son of ten, she had chosen the three worst Laht him soup -- the wo hiht, flat voice, "but I a into the city" With luck, he could find his clothes before she returned Somara was nearly as tall as he, and, at the er The One Power certainly would do hiood; he could not have embraced saidin if Sammael appeared in front of hi moment she met his stare, then abruptly picked up the leopardworked cup and refilled it from a hammeredsilver pitcher "If you can find your clothes and dress yourself without falling down," she said calo But I will accompany you, and if I think you are too weak to continue, you will return here if Somara must carry you in her arms"

He stared as she stretched out on one elbow, carefully arranged her skirts, and began sipping at her wine If he ain, no doubt she would snap his head off again, but in some ways she behaved as if they were married The worst parts of it, at least The parts that did not seem a pennyworth different fro to hiathered the blanket around him and shuffled past her and the firepit to his boots Clean woolen stockings were folded up inside, but nothing else He could suh the caet into it after all; then the question would be whether he was the Car’a’carn, who must be obeyed, or just Rand al’Thor, anotherat the back of the tent caught his eye; rugs were always spread out His sas inside, the belt with the Dragon buckle wrapped around the scabbard

Hu to herself, eyes lidded, Aviendha looked half asleep as she watched hier need that" She invested the ith so iven him the sword

"What do you mean?" There were only a few small chests in the tent, inlaid with old leaf The Aiel preferred putting things in bundles None held his clothes The goldcovered chest, all unfahtly tied leather sacks and gave off a smell of spices when he raised the lid

"Couladin is dead, Rand al’Thor"

Startled, he stopped and stared at her "What are you talking about?" Would Lan have told her? No one else knew But why?

"No one toldI know you now, Rand al’Thor I learn you ," he growled "There isn’t anything anybody could tell" Irritably, he snatched up the scabbarded sword and carried it aardly under his ar wine; he thought she h Lords of Tear sweated when Rand al’Thor looked at thereatest Aiel aronwall on the orders of the Car’a’carn, the chief of chiefs Nations treon Reborn Nations! And if he did not find his clothes, he would sit waiting on perht they knew better about everything than he did

He finally found theolde out fro She grunted sourly when he asked her to move, but she did it Finally

As usual, she watched hi the water hot for hi asked -- after the third time he nicked himself and muttered about cold water In truth, this tiht see his unsteadiness as for any other cause You can becoht wryly

She"Elayne will notwith the laces of his shirt half done, he stared at her "Do you really believe that?"

"Of course You belong to her, but she cannot own the sight of you"

Laughing silently, he went back to the laces It was good to be renorance, aside froly as he finished dressing, buckled on his sword and took up the tasseled Seanchan spearhead That last turned the srimness He had meant it as a reminder that the Seanchan were still in the world, but it served to recall all the things that he le Cairhienin and Tairens, Sammael and the other Forsaken, the Shaido and nations that did not know him yet, nations that would have to before Tar with Aviendha was really quite simple compared with that

Maidens leaped to their feet when he ducked out of the tent quickly to hide the unsteadiness of his legs He was not sure how far he succeeded Aviendha kept to his side as though she not only intended to catch hi for his ly at her -- not hi the Maidens to be ready toJeade’en by the reins Soreen silk With spills of white lace, of course The gilded harp hung on his back, but he had given up wearing the gleeer carried the crimson banner with its ancient syee named Pevin, an expressionless fellow in a patched farray wool, on a browna cart so scar, still red, ran up the side of his narrow face