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what to do with the woman； and any more he captured？ He did not intend to turn the Black Tower into a prison。 The Aiel could hold them。 Except that the Wise Ones might slit their throats the moment his back was turned。 What about the sisters that Mat was taking to Caemlyn with Elayne； though？ 〃When this is done； I'll hand her over to some Aes Sedai I choose。〃 They might see it as a gesture of goodwill； a little honey to sweeten their having to accept his protection。
No sooner were the words out of his mouth than Nerith's face went dead white and she screamed at the top of her lungs。 Howling without cease； she flung herself down the slope； scrabbling over downed trees； falling and scrambling back up。
〃Bloody …！ Catch her！〃 Rand snapped； and the Saldaean patrol leaped after the woman； jumping their mounts across the tree…littered slope careless of broken legs and necks。 Still wailing； she dodged and darted among the horses with even less care。
In the mouth of the easternmost pass； a gateway opened in a flash of silver light。 A black…coated Soldier pulled his horse through； jumped to the saddle as the gateway winked out and put his mount to a gallop； toward the hilltop where Gedwyn and Rochaid waited。 Rand watched impassively。 In his head； Lews Therin snarled of killing； killing all the Asha'man before it was too late。
By the time the three of them started up the slope toward Rand； four of the Saldaeans had Nerith down on the ground； binding her hand and foot。 It took four； the way she thrashed and bit at them； and an amused Bashere was offering odds on whether she might not overe them instead。 Anaiyella muttered something about cracking the woman's head。 Did she mean cracking it open？ Rand frowned at her。
The Soldier between Gedwyn and Rochaid glanced at Nerith uneasily as they rode past。 Rand vaguely remembered seeing him at the Black Tower； the day he first handed out the silver Swords； and gave Taim the very first Dragon pin。 He was a young man； Varil Nensen by name； still wearing a transparent veil to cover his thick mustaches。 He had not hesitated when he found himself facing his countrymen； though。 Allegiance was to the Black Tower and the Dragon Reborn； now； so Taim always said。 The second part of that always sounded an afterthought。
〃You may have the honor of making your report to the Dragon Reborn； Soldier Nensen；〃 Gedwyn said。 Wryly。
Nensen sat up straight in his saddle。 〃My Lord Dragon！〃 he barked； slapping fist to chest。 〃There's more of them about thirty miles west； my Lord Dragon。〃 Thirty miles was as far as Rand had told the scouts to go before returning。 What good if one Soldier found Seanchan while the rest kept moving ever farther west？ 〃Maybe half what were here；〃 Nensen went on。 〃And。。。 〃 His dark eyes flickered toward Nerith again。 She was tied； now； the Saldaeans struggling to get her over a horse。 〃And I saw no sign of women； my Lord Dragon。〃
Bashere squinted at the sky。 Dark clouds lay in a blanket from mountain peak to mountain peak； but the sun should still be high。 〃Time to feed the men before the rest return；〃 he said； nodding in satisfaction。 Nerith had managed to sink her teeth into a Saldaean's wrist and was hanging on like a badger。
〃Feed them quick；〃 Rand said irritably。 Would every sul'dam he captured be as difficult？ Very likely。 Light； what if they took a damane？ 〃I don't want to spend all winter in these mountains。〃 Gille the damane。 He could not erase a name once it went onto that list。
The dead are never silent； Lews Therin whispered。 The dead never sleep。
Rand rode down toward the fires。 He did not feel like eating。
From the point of a thrusting shoulder of stone； Furyk Karede carefully studied the forested mountains rising all around him； sharp peaks like dark fangs。 His horse； a tall dappled gelding； stiffened his ears as though catching a sound he had missed； but otherwise the animal was still。 Every so often； Karede had to stop and wipe the lens of his looking glass。 A light rain fell from a gray morning sky。 His helmet's two black plumes were bent over instead of standing straight； and water ran down his back。 A light rain pared to yesterday； anyway； and probably pared to tomorrow。 Or this afternoon； perhaps。 Thunder rumbled ominously in the south。 Karede's concern had nothing to do with weather； though。
Below him； the last of twenty…three hundred men snaked through the winding passes； men gathered from four outposts。 Well…mounted； reasonably well…led； yet a bare two hundred were Seanchan； and just two besides himself wore the red…and…green of the Guard。 Most of the remainder were Taraboners … he knew their mettle … but a good third were Amadicians and Altarans； too new to their oaths for any to be sure how they would stand up。 Some Altarans and Amadicians had switched allegiance two or three times already。 Tried to； anyway。 People this side of the Aryth Ocean had no shame。 A dozen sul'dam rode near the front of the column； and he wished all twelve had leashed damanes walking by their horses instead of only two。
Fifty paces farther on； the ten men of the spearhead were watching the slopes above them； though not as carefully as they should have。 Too many men who rode spearhead relied on the forward scouts to find any dangers。 Karede made a note to speak to them personally。 They would do their duties properly after that； or he would send them to the labor levies。
A raken appeared in the east ahead； skimming low over the treetops； twisting and turning to follow the curves of the land like a man running his hand down a woman's back。 Peculiar。 Morat'raken； fliers； always liked to soar high unless the sky was actually full of lightning。 Karede lowered the looking glass to watch。
〃Maybe we'll finally get another scouting report；〃 Jadranka said。 To the other officers waiting behind Karede； not to him。 Three of the ten matched Karede's rank； yet few except the Blood disturbed a man in the blood…red and nearly black green of the Deathwatch Guard。 Not that many among the Blood did。
According to the tales he had heard as a child； one of his ancestors； a noble； had followed Luthair Paendrag to Seanchan at Artur Hawkwing's mand； but two hundred years later； with only the north secure； another ancestor tried to carve out a kingdom of his own and ended sold from the block instead。 Perhaps it was so； many da'covale claimed noble ancestors。 Among themselves； at least； few of the Blood found such chatter amusing。 In any case； Karede had felt lucky when the Choosers picked him out； a sturdy boy not yet old enough to be assigned duties； and he still felt pride in the ravens tattooed on his shoulders。 Many Deathwatch Guards went without coat or shirt whenever possible； to display those。 The humans； anyway。 Ogier Gardeners were not marked or owned； but that was between them and the Empress。
Karede was da'covale and proud of it； like every man of the Guard； the property of the Crystal Throne； body and soul。 He fought where the Empress pointed； and would die the day she said die。 To the Empress alone did the Guard answer； and where they appeared； they appeared a