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own line of gilded Rising Suns。 She hoped to see Rand walk in； she feared to see Sorilea； or Cadsuane。 Unconsciously； she adjusted her pale blue coat； fingering the tiny snow…flowers embroidered on the lapels。 More twined around the sleeves； and the legs of breeches made as snug as she could manage to wriggle herself into。 Not that great a change from what she had always worn。 Not really。 So far； she had avoided dresses； however much embroidery she wore； but she very much feared that Sorilea meant to stuff her into a dress if the Wise One had to peel her out of what she was wearing with her own hands。
The woman knew all about her and Rand。 All about。 She felt her cheeks heating。 Sorilea seemed to be trying to decide whether Min Farshaw was a suitable。。。 lover。。。 for Rand al'Thor。 That word made her feel foolishly giddy； she was not a fluff…brained girl！ That word made her want to look over her shoulder guiltily for the aunts who had raised her。 No； she thought wryly； you're not fluff…brained。 Fluff has its wits about it pared to you！
Or maybe Sorilea wanted to know whether Rand was suitable for Min； it seemed that way； at times。 The Wise Ones accepted Min as one of them； or very nearly； but these past weeks； Sorilea had wrung her out like a laundress's mangle。 The leather…faced； white…haired Wise One wanted to know every scrap about Min； and every shred about Rand。 She wanted the dust from the bottoms of his pockets！ Twice Min had tried balking at the incessant interrogation； and twice Sorilea had produced a switch！ That terrible old woman simply bundled her over the side of the nearest table； and afterward told her that maybe that would loosen another scrap in her head。 None of the other Wise Ones gave the slightest miseration； either！ Light； the things you had to put up with for a man！ And she could not have him for herself alone； at that！
Cadsuane was a different proposition altogether。 The immensely dignified Aes Sedai； as gray…haired as Sorilea was white； did not seem to care two figs for Min or Rand either one； but she spent a great deal of time in the Sun Palace。 Avoiding her entirely was impossible； she seemed to wander wherever she wanted。 And when Cadsuane looked at Min； however briefly； Min could not help seeing a woman who could teach bulls to dance and bears to sing。 She kept expecting the woman to point at her and announce that it was time Min Farshaw learned to balance a ball on her nose。 Sooner or later； Rand had to face Cadsuane again； and the thought tied Min's stomach in knots。
She made herself bend back over her book。 One of the doors swung open； and Rand strolled in with the Dragon Scepter nestled in the crook his arm。 He wore a golden crown； a broad circlet of laurel leaves … that must be this Crown of Swords everyone was talking about … snug breeches that showed his legs to advantage； and a gold…worked green silk coat that fit him beautifully。 He was beautiful。
Marking her place with the note Master Fel had written saying she was 〃too pretty；〃 she carefully closed the book and carefully set it on the floor beside her chair。 Then she folded her arms and waited。 Had she been standing； she would have tapped her foot； but she would not have the man thinking she was springing up just because he finally appeared。
For a moment he stood smiling at her； and tugging his ear…lobe for some reason … he seemed to be humming！ … then abruptly he swung round to frown at the doors。 〃The Maidens out there didn't tell me you were in here。 They hardly said a word at all。 Light； they looked ready to veil at the sight of me。〃
〃Maybe they are upset；〃 she said calmly。 〃Maybe they wondered where you were。 The way I did。 Maybe they wondered whether you were hurt； or sick； or cold。〃 The way I did； she thought bitterly。 The man looked confused！
〃I wrote to you；〃 he said slowly； and she sniffed。
〃Twice！ With Asha'man to deliver your letters； you wrote twice； Rand al'Thor。 If you call it writing！〃
He staggered as if she had slapped him … no； as if she had kicked him in the belly！ … and blinked。 She took a firm hold on herself and settled against the chairback。 Give a man sympathy at the wrong moment； and you never regained the ground lost。 A part of her wanted to throw her arms around him； fort him； draw out all his pains； soothe all his hurts。 He had so many； and refused to admit a one。 She was not going to spring up and rush to him； gushing to know what was wrong or。。。 Light； he had to be all right。
Something took her gently beneath the elbows and lifted her out of the chair。 Blue boots dangling； she floated toward him through the air。 The Dragon Scepter floated away from him。 So； he thought he could smile； did he？ He thought a pretty smile could turn her around？ She opened her mouth to give him a piece of her mind。 A very sharp piece！ Folding his arms around her； he kissed her。
When she could breathe again； she peered up at him through her lashes。 〃The first time。。。 〃 She swallowed to clear her voice。 〃First； Jahar Narishma stalked in trying to stare inside everybody's skull the way he does； and vanished after handing me a scrap of parchment。 Let me see。 It said； 'I have claimed the crown of Illian。 Trust no one until I return。 Rand。' A little short of a proper love letter； I'd say。〃
He kissed her again。
This time； getting her breath back took longer。 This was not going as she had expected at all。 On the other hand； it was not going very badly。 〃The second time； Jonan Adley delivered a bit of paper that said； 'I will return when I finish here。 Trust no one。 Rand。' Adley walked in on me in my bath；〃 she added； 〃and he wasn't shy about getting an eyeful。〃 Rand always tried to pretend he was not jealous … as if there were a man in the world who was not … but she had noticed his scowls at men who looked at her。 And his very considerable ardor was more heated afterward； too。 She wondered what this kiss would be like。 Maybe she should suggest retiring to the bedchamber？ No； she would not be that forward no matter …
Rand set her down； his face suddenly bleak。 〃Adley's dead；〃 he said。 Suddenly the crown flew from his head； spinning the length of the room as though hurled。 Just when she thought it would crash into the back of the Dragon Throne； perhaps smash through it； the wide ring of gold stopped short and settled slowly onto the throne's seat。
Min's breath caught as she looked up at him。 Blood glistened in the dark red curls above his left ear。 Pulling a lace…edged handkerchief from her sleeve； she reached for his temple； but he caught her wrist。
〃I killed him；〃 he said quietly。
She shivered at the sound of his voice。 Quiet； the way the grave was quiet。 Perhaps the bedchamber was a very good idea。 No matter how forward it was。 Making herself smile … and blushing when she realized how easy it was to smile； thinking of that huge bed … she gripped the front of his shirt； preparing to rip shirt and coat from his back right then and there。
Someone knocked at the doors。
Min's hands sprang away from Rand's shirt。 She sprang away； too。 Who could it be； she wondered irritably。 The Maidens ei