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aeans shifted uneasily in their saddles and fingered belt pouches。
Up where the pass leveled off for a bit between steep mountain slopes； a slash of light rotated into a gateway； and a top…knotted Shienaran in a plain black coat trotted through； pulling his horse behind him。 It appeared the first Seanchan had been found； and not too far away if the man was back so quickly。
〃Time to move；〃 Rand told Bashere。 The man nodded； but he did not stir。 Instead； he studied the two Asha'man standing near Padros。 They ignored him。
〃What do we do with him？〃 Gedwyn demanded； gesturing to the corpse。 〃We ought to send him back to the witches； at least。〃
〃Leave him；〃 Rand replied。
Are you ready to kill now？ Lews Therin asked。 He did not sound insane at all。
Not yet； Rand thought。 Soon。
Digging his heels into Tai'daishar's flanks； he galloped back down toward his army。 Dashiva and Flinn followed closely； and Bashere and the hundred Saldaeans。 They were all looking around as if they expected another attempt on his life。 To the east； black clouds were building among the peaks； another cemaros storm。 Soon。
The hilltop camp was well laid out； with a meandering stream close by for water and good lines of sight to the likeliest ways into the long mountain meadow。 Assid Bakuun did not feel pride in the camp。 During thirty years in the Ever Victorious Army； he had made hundreds of camps； he would as soon have felt pride in walking across a room without falling down。 Nor did he feel pride in where he was。 Thirty years serving the Empress； might she live forever； and while there had been the occasional rebellion by some mad upstart with eyes on the Crystal Throne； the bulk of those years had been spent preparing for this。 For two generations； while the great ships were built to carry the Return； the Ever Victorious Army had trained and prepared。 Bakuun certainly had been proud when he learned he was to be one of the Forerunners。 Surely he could be forgiven dreams of retaking the lands stolen from Artur Hawkwing's rightful heirs； even wild dreams to pleting this new Consolidation before the Corenne came。 Not such a wild dream after all； as it turned out； but not at all the way he had imagined。
A returning patrol of fifty Taraboner lancers rode up the hillside； red and green stripes painted across their solid breastplates； veils of mail hiding their thick mustaches。 They rode well； and even fought well； when they had decent leaders。 More than ten times as many were already among the cook fires； or down at the picket lines tending their mounts； and three patrols were still out。 Bakuun had never expected to find himself with well over half his mand descendants of thieves。 And unashamed of it； they would look you straight in the eyes。 The patrol's mander bowed low to him as their muddy…legged horses passed； but many of the others went on talking in their peculiar accents； speaking too fast for Bakuun to understand without listening hard。 They had peculiar notions of discipline； too。
Shaking his head； Bakuun strode across to the sul'dam's large tent。 Larger than his； of necessity。 Four of them were sitting on stools outside in their dark blue dresses with the forked lightning on the skirts； enjoying the sun during this break in the storms。 Those were rare enough； now。 The gray…clad damane sat at their feet； with Nerith braiding her pale hair。 Talking to her； as well； all of them joining in and laughing softly。 The bracelet on the end of the silvery a'dam's leash lay on the ground。 Bakuun grunted sourly。 He had a favorite wolfhound； back home； and even talked to him sometimes； but he never expected Nip to carry on a conversation！
〃Is she well？〃 he asked Nerith； not for the first time。 Or the tenth。 〃Is everything well with her？〃 The damane dropped her eyes and went silent。
〃She is quite well； Captain Bakuun。〃 A square…faced woman； Nerith put the proper degree of respect into her voice and not a whisker beyond。 But she stroked the damane's head soothingly while she talked。 〃Whatever the indisposition； it is gone； now。 A small thing； in any case。 Nothing to worry about。〃 The damane was trembling。
Bakuun grunted again。 Not far from the answer he had received before。 Something had been wrong； though； back in Ebou Dar； and not just with this damane。 The sul'dam had all been as tight…lipped as clams … and the Blood would not say anything； of course； not to the likes of him！ … but he had heard too many whispers。 They said the damane were all sick； or insane。 Light； he had not seen a single one used around Ebou Dar once the city was secured； not even for a victory display of Sky Lights； and who had ever heard the like of that！
〃Well； I hope she。。。 〃 he began； and cut off as a raken appeared； sweeping through the eastern pass。 Its great leathery wings beat powerfully for height； and right above the hill it suddenly tilted and cut a tight circle； one wingtip pointed almost straight down。 A thin red streamer fell away under the weight of a lead ball。
Bakuun swallowed a curse。 Fliers were always showing off； but if this pair injured one of his men delivering their scouting report； he would have their hides no matter who he had to face to get them。 He would not have wanted to fight without fliers to scout； but they were coddled like some Blood's favorite pet。
Arrow…straight the streamer plummeted。 The lead weight struck the ground and bounced on the crest； almost beside the tall thin message pole； which was too long to lower unless there was a message to send。 Besides； when it was left down somebody was always stepping a horse on the thing and breaking the joins。
Bakuun strode straight to his tent； but his First Lieutenant was already waiting with the mud…stained streamer and the message tube。 Tiras was a bony man a head taller than him； with an unfortunate scrap of beard clinging to the point of his chin。
The report rolled up in the thin metal tube； on a slip of paper Bakuun could almost see through； was written simply。 He had never been forced to ride on raken or to'raken … the Light be thanked； and the Empress； might she live forever； be praised！ … but he doubted it was easy to handle a pen in a saddle strapped to the back of a flying lizard。 What it said made him flip open the lid of his small camp desk and write hurriedly。
〃There's a force not ten miles east of here；〃 he told Tiras。 〃Five or six times our number。〃 Fliers exaggerated sometimes； but not often by much。 How had that many penetrated these mountains so far without being spotted before？ He had seen the coast to the east； and he wanted his burial prayers paid for before he tried a landing there。 Burn his eyes； the fliers boasted they would see a flea move anywhere in the range。 〃No reason to think they know we're here； but I'd not mind a few reinforcements。〃
Tiras laughed。 〃We'll give them a brush of the damane； and that will be that if they outnumber us by twenty times。〃 His only real fault was a touch of overconfidence。 A good soldier； though。
〃And if they have a few。。。 Aes Sedai？〃 Bakuun said quietly； hardly stumbling over the name； as