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In the sky there was actually sunlight； and the scattered clouds were gray。 It was five days since Rand had brought his small army to Altara； five days since he had seen his first Seanchan dead。 He had seen quite a few since。 Thought slid across the surface of the Void。 He could feel the heron branded into his palm pressing against the Dragon Scepter through his glove。 Silent。 There were none of the flying creatures to be seen。 Three of those had died； slashed from the sky by lightning； before their riders learned to stay clear。 Bashere was fascinated by the creatures。 Quiet。
〃Perhaps it is finished； my Lord Dragon。〃 Ailil's voice was calm and cool； but she patted her mare's neck； though the animal did not need soothing。 She eyed Flinn and Dashiva sideways and straightened； unwilling to reveal a shred of unease in front of them。
Rand found himself humming and stopped abruptly。 That was Lews Therin's habit； looking at a pretty woman； not his。 Not his！ Light； if he started taking on the fellow's mannerisms； and when he was not there； at that。。。！
Abruptly； hollow thunder boomed up the valley。 Fire fountained out of the trees a good two miles away or more； then again； and again； again。 Lightning streaked down into the forest not far from where the tall flames had bloomed； single slashes like jagged blue…white lances。 A flurry of lightning bolts and fire； and all was still again。 No trees had caught fire； this time。
Some of that had been saidin。 Some of it。
Shouts rose； dim and distant； from another part of the valley； he thought。 Too far for even his saidin…enhanced ears to hear the crash of steel。 Despite everything； not all of the fighting was being done by Asha'man and Dedicated and Soldiers。
Anaiyella let out a long breath she must have been holding since the exchange with the Power began。 Men fighting with steel did not disturb her。 Then she patted her mount's neck。 The gelding had only flickered an ear。 Rand had noticed that about women。 Quite often； when a woman was agitated； she tried to soothe others whether they required soothing or not。 A horse would do。 Where was Lews Therin？
Irritably he leaned forward to study the forest canopy again。 A good many of those trees were evergreens … oak and pine and leatherleaf … and despite the late drought； they made an effective screen； even to his intensified vision。 As if idly； he touched the narrow bundle under his stirrup leather。 He could take a hand。 And strike blindly。 He could ride down into the woods。 And be able to see ten paces at most。 Down there； he would be little more effective than one of the Soldiers。
A gateway opened among the trees a little way along the ridge； silvery slash widening into a hole that showed different trees and thick winter brown underbrush。 A copper…skinned Soldier with a thin mustache on his upper lip and a small pearl in his ear exited afoot and let the gateway vanish。 He was shoving a sul'dam ahead of him with her wrists tied behind her； a handsome woman except for the purple knot on the side of her head。 That seemed to go along with her scowl； though； as well as it did with her rumpled； leaf…stained dress。 She sneered over her shoulder at the Soldier while he pushed her along the ridgetop to Rand； and then she sneered up at Rand。
The Soldier stiffened； saluting smartly。 〃Soldier Arlen Nalaam； my Lord Dragon；〃 he barked； staring straight at Rand's saddle。 〃My Lord Dragon's orders were to bring any women captured to him。〃
Rand nodded。 It was only to give him the appearance of doing something； inspecting prisoners to be sure they were what any idiot could see they were。 〃Take her back to the carts； Soldier Nalaam； then return to the fighting。〃 He almost ground his teeth saying that。 Return to the fighting。 While Rand al'Thor； Dragon Reborn and King of Illian； sat his horse and watched treetops！
Nalaam saluted again before pushing away the woman ahead of him； but he was not slow about it。 She kept peering over her shoulder again； yet not at the Soldier this time。 At Rand。 With wide…eyed； openmouthed astonishment。 For some reason； Nalaam did not pull her to a halt until he reached the spot where he had e out。 All that was necessary was to go far enough to avoid injuring the horses。
〃What are you doing？〃 Rand demanded as saidin filled the man。
Nalaam half turned back to him； hesitating briefly。 〃It seems easier； here； if I use a place I've already made a gateway； my Lord Dragon。 Saidin。。。 Saidin feels。。。 strange。。。 to me here。〃 His prisoner turned to frown at him。
After a moment； Rand gestured him to go ahead。 Flinn pretended to be interested in his horse's saddle girth； but the balding old man smiled faintly。 Smugly。 Dashiva。。。 giggled。 Flinn had been the first to mention an odd feel to saidin in this valley。 Of course； Narishma and Hopwil had heard him； and Morr added his tales of the 〃strangeness〃 around Ebou Dar。 Small wonder everyone was claiming to feel something now； though not a one could say what。 Saidin just felt。。。 peculiar。 Light； with the taint thick on the male half of the Source； what else would it feel？ Rand hoped they were not all ing down with his new sickness。
Nalaam's gateway opened； and vanished behind him and his prisoner。 Rand let himself really feel saidin。 Life and corruption mingled； ice to make winter's heart seem warm； and fire to make a forge's flames cold； death； waiting for him to slip。 Wanting him to slip。 It did not feel any different。 Did it？ He scowled at where Nalaam had disappeared。 Nalaam and the woman。
She was the fourth sul'dam taken this afternoon。 That made twenty…three sul'dam prisoners with the carts。 And two damane； each still in her silvery leash and collar； carried on separate carts； in those collars； they could not walk three steps before being more violently sick than Rand did seizing the Source。 He was not sure the sisters with Mat would be pleased to receive them after all。 The first damane； three days before； he had not thought of as a prisoner。 A slender woman with pale yellow hair and big blue eyes； she was a Seanchan captive to be freed。 He thought。 But when he forced a sul'dam to remove the woman's collar； her a'dam； she screamed for the sul'dam to help her and immediately began lashing out with the Power。 She had even offered her neck for the sul'dam to replace the thing！ Nine Defenders and a Soldier died before she could be shielded。 Gedwyn would have killed her on the spot had Rand not stopped it。 The Defenders； nearly as unfortable around women who could channel as others were around men who could … the Defenders still wanted her dead。 They had taken casualties in the fighting these past days； but having men killed by a prisoner seemed to offend them。
There had been more casualties than Rand had expected。 Thirty…one Defenders dead； and forty…six panions。 More than two hundred among the Legionmen and the noble's armsmen。 Seven Soldiers and a Dedicated； men Rand had never met before they answered his summons to Illian。 Too many； considering that all except the gravest injury could be Healed； if a man could only hang on until there was time。 But he was drivin