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ve considered why he chose to keep those he did under his eye。 Rosana had certainly looked thoughtful。
〃Your concern touches me；〃 Rand told Weiramon； 〃but how many bodyguards does one man need？ I'm not off to start a war。〃 A fine point； perhaps； yet this war was well under way。 It had begun at Falme； if not before。 〃Get your people ready。〃
How many have died for my pride？ Lews Therin moaned。 How many have died for my mistakes？
〃May I at least ask where we are going？〃 Weiramon's question； not quite exasperated； came right atop the voice in Rand's head。
〃The City；〃 Rand snapped。 He did not know how many had died for his mistakes； but none for his pride。 He was sure of that。
Weiramon opened his mouth； plainly confused as to whether he meant Tear or Illian； or maybe even Cairhien； but Rand gestured him away with the Dragon Scepter； a sharp stabbing motion that made the green…and…white tassel swing。 He half wished he could stab Lews Therin with it。 〃I don't intend to sit here all day； Weiramon！ Go to your men！〃
Less than an hour later he took hold of the True Source and prepared to make a gateway for Traveling。 He had to fight the dizziness that gripped him lately whenever he seized or loosed the Power； he did not quite sway in Tai'daishar's saddle。 What with the molten filth floating on saidin； the frozen slime； touching the Source came close to emptying his stomach。 Seeing double； even for only a few moments； made weaving flows difficult if not impossible； and he could have told Dashiva or Flinn or one of the others to do it； but Gedwyn and Rochaid were holding their horses' reins in front of a dozen or so black…coated Soldiers； all who had not been out to search。 Just standing there patiently。 And watching Rand。 Rochaid； no more than a hand shorter than Rand and maybe two years younger； was also full Asha'man； and his coat； too； was silk。 A small smile played on his face； as if he knew things others did not and was amused。 What did he know？ About the Seanchan； surely； if not Rand's plans for them。 What else？ Maybe nothing； but Rand was not about to show any weakness in front of that pair。 The dizziness faded quickly； the twinned sight a little more slowly； as it always did； these last few weeks； and he pleted the weave； then； without waiting； dug in his heels and rode through the opening that unfolded before him。
The City he had meant was Illian； though the gateway opened to the north of that city。 Despite Weiramon's supposed concerns； he hardly went unprotected and alone。 Nearly three thousand men rode through that tall square hole in the air； into rolling meadowland not far from the broad muddy road that led down to the Causeway of the Northern Star。 Even when every lord had only been allowed a handful of armsmen … to men accustomed to leading a thousand if not thousands； a hundred or so were a handful … they added up。 Tairens and Cairhienin and Illianers； Defenders of the Stone under Tihera and panions under Marcolin； Asha'man heeling Gedwyn。 The Asha'man who had e with him； anyway。 Dashiva and Flinn and the rest kept their horses close behind Rand。 All but Narishma。 Narishma had not e back yet。 The man knew where to find him； but Rand did not like it。
Each kind kept to themselves as much as possible。 Gueyam and Maraconn and Arae rode with Weiramon； all eyeing Rand more than where they were going； and Gregorin Panar with three others of the Council of Nine； leaning in their saddles to speak softly and uneasily among themselves。 Semaradrid； with a knot of tight…faced Cairhienin lords behind him； watched Rand almost as closely as the Tairens did。 Rand had chosen those who came with him as carefully as those he sent away； not always for the reasons others might have used。
Had there been any onlookers； it would have been a brave display； with all their bright banners and pennants； and small con rising from some of the Cairhienin's backs。 Bright and brave and very dangerous。 Some had plotted against him； and he had learned that Semaradrid's House Maravin had old alliances with House Riatin； which stood in open rebellion against him in Cairhien。 Semaradrid did not deny the connection； but he had not mentioned it before Rand heard； either。 The Council of Nine were just too new to him to risk leaving them all behind。 And Weiramon was a fool。 Left to his own devices； he might well try to gain the Lord Dragon's favor by marching an army against the Seanchan； or Murandy； or the Light alone knew who or where。 Too stupid to leave behind； too powerful to shove aside； so he rode with Rand and thought himself honored。 It was almost a pity he was not stupid enough to do something that would get him executed。
Behind came the servants and carts … no one understood why Rand had sent all of the wagons with the others； and he was not about to explain； who owned the next pair of ears that would hear？ … and then the long strings of spare mounts led by horse handlers； and straggling files of men in battered breastplates that did not quite fit or leather jerkins sewn with rusty steel discs； carrying bows or crossbows or spears； and even a few pikes； more of the fellows who had obeyed 〃Lord Brend's〃 summons and decided against going home unarmed。 Their leader was the runny…nosed man Rand had spoken to on the edge of the woods； Eagan Padros by name and much brighter than he looked。 It was difficult for a moner to rise very far； most places； but Rand had marked Padros out。 The fellow gathered his men off to one side； but the whole lot of them milled about； elbowing one another aside for a better view southward。
The Causeway of the Northern Star stretched arrow…straight through the miles of brown marsh that surrounded Illian； a wide road of hard…packed dirt broken by flat stone bridges。 A wind from the south carried sea salt and a hint of tanneries。 Illian was a sprawling city； easily as large as Caemlyn or Cairhien。 Brightly colored roof tiles and hundreds of thrusting towers； gleaming in the sun； were just visible across that sea of grass where long…legged cranes waded and flocks of white birds flew low uttering shrill cries。 Illian had never needed walls。 Not that walls would have done the City any good against him。
There was considerable disappointment that he did not mean to enter Illian； though no one spoke a plaint； at least not where he could hear。 Still； there were plenty of glum faces and sour mutters as hasty camps began going up。 Like most of the great cities； Illian had a name for exotic mystery； free…handed tapsters； and willing women。 At least among men who had never been there； even when it was their own capital。 Ignorance always inflated a city's reputation for such things。 As it was； only Morr galloped off across the causeway。 Men straightened from hammering tent pegs or setting picket lines for the horses； and followed him with jealous eyes。 Nobles watched curiously； while trying to pretend they were not。
The Asha'man with Gedwyn paid Morr no mind as they made their own camp； which consisted of a pitch…black tent for Gedwyn and Rochaid and a space where damp brown grass and mud were squeezed flat and dry； for the rest to sleep wrapped in