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She frowned at him； and her foot stopped tapping。 The angry light in her eyes faded into worry that vanished in a twinkling。 〃Well； I suppose you're old enough to cross the stableyard without your hand held； sheepherder。 Besides； I am falling behind in my reading。〃
Dropping into one of the tall gilded chairs； she folded her legs beneath her and picked up the book she had been reading when he came in。 In moments； she seemed totally engrossed in the page before her。
Rand nodded。 That was what he wanted； her here； and safe。 Still； she did not have to forget him so pletely。
There were six Maidens squatting in the hallway outside his door。 They stared at him flat…eyed； not speaking； Nandera's gaze the flattest of all。 Though Somara and Nesair came close。 He thought Nesair was Shaido； he would have to keep a hard eye on her。
The Asha'man were waiting； too … Lews Therin muttered darkly of killing in Rand's head … all but Narishma with the Dragon on their collars as well as the Sword。 Curtly； he ordered Narishma to stand guard on his apartments； and the man saluted sharply； those dark too…big eyes seeing too much； faintly accusing。 Rand did not think the Maidens would take out their displeasure on Min； but he was not taking any chances。 Light； he had told Narishma everything about the traps he had woven in the Stone when he sent the man to fetch Callandor。 The man was imagining things。 Burn him； but that had been a mad risk to take。
Only madmen never trust。 Lews Therin sounded amused。 And quite mad。 The wounds in Rand's side throbbed； they seemed to resonate with each other in distant pain。
〃Show me where to find Cadsuane；〃 he manded。 Nandera rose smoothly to her feet and started off without a backward glance。 He followed； and the others fell in behind him； Dashiva and Flinn； Morr and Hopwil。 He gave them hasty instructions as they walked。 Flinn； of all people； tried to protest； but Rand bore him down； this was no time for quailing。 The grizzled onetime Guardsman was the last Rand had expected it of。 Morr or Hopwil； perhaps。 If no longer exactly dewy…eyed； they were still young enough to leave their razors dry as many days as wet。 But not Flinn。 Nandera's soft boots made no sound； their footsteps reverberated from the high square…vaulted ceiling； chasing away everyone with the shadow of a reason for fear。 His wounds pulsed。
Every last person in the Sun Palace knew the Dragon Reborn on sight by now； and they knew who the black…coated men were； too。 Black…liveried servants made deep bows or curtsies； and hurried to get out of his sight。 Most nobles were almost as quick to put distance between themselves and five men who could channel； going somewhere with purpose on their faces。 Ailil watched them pass with an unreadable expression。 Anaiyella simpered； of course； but when Rand glanced back； she was staring after him with a face to match Nandera's。 Bertome smiled as he made his leg； a dark smile with neither mirth nor pleasure in it。
Nandera did not speak even when they reached their destination； merely pointed to a closed door with one of her spears； turned on her heel； and strode back the way they had e。 The Car'a'carn without a single Maiden to guard him。 Did they think four Asha'man enough to keep him safe？ Or was her departure another sign of displeasure？
〃Do what I told you；〃 Rand said。
Dashiva gave a jerk as if ing back to himself； then seized the Source。 The wide door； carved in vertical lines； swung open with a bang on a flow of Air。 The other three took hold of saidin and followed Dashiva in； faces grim。
〃The Dragon Reborn；〃 Dashiva's voice sounded loud； magnified slightly by the Power； 〃the King of Illian； the Lord of the Morning； es to see the woman； Cadsuane Melaidhrin。〃
Rand stepped in； standing tall。 He did not recognize the other weave Dashiva had created； but the air seemed to hum with menace； a sense of something inexorable approaching； drawing ever nearer。
〃I sent for you； Cadsuane；〃 Rand said。 He did not use weaves。 His voice was hard and flat enough without aid。
The Green sister he remembered sat beside a small table with an embroidery hoop in her hands； an opened basket on the polished tabletop spilling out skeins of bright thread from some of its many partments。 She was exactly as he remembered。 That strong face topped by an iron…gray bun decorated with small dangling golden fish and birds； stars and moons。 Those dark eyes； seeming almost black in her fair face。 Cool； considering eyes。 Lews Therin gave a wail and fled at the sight of her。
〃Well；〃 she said； setting the embroidery hoop on the table； 〃I must say I've seen better without paying。 With all I've been hearing about you； boy； the least I expected was peals of thunder； trumpets in the heavens； flashing lights in the sky。〃 Calmly； she regarded the five stone…faced men who could channel； which should have been enough to make any Aes Sedai flinch。 Calmly； she regarded the Dragon Reborn。 〃I hope one of you is at least going to juggle；〃 she said。 〃Or eat fire？ I've always enjoyed watching gleemen eat fire。〃
Flinn barked a laugh before catching himself； and even then raked a hand through his fringe of hair and seemed to be struggling with amusement。 Morr and Hopwil exchanged looks both puzzled and more than a little outraged。 Dashiva smiled unpleasantly； and the weave he was holding grew stronger； until Rand felt as if he wanted to look over his shoulder to see what was rushing toward him。
〃It is enough that you know I am who I am；〃 Rand told her。 〃Dashiva； all of you； wait outside。〃
Dashiva opened his mouth as if to protest。 That had not been part of Rand's instructions； but they were not going to overawe the woman； not this way。 The man went； though； muttering to himself。 Hopwil and Morr actually stepped out eagerly； with sidelong glances at Cadsuane。 Flinn was the only one to make a dignified withdrawal； in spite of his limp。 And he still seemed amused！
Rand channeled； and a heavy； leopard…carved chair floated into the air from its place by the wall； spinning end over end in somersaults before settling like a feather in front of Cadsuane。 At the same time； a heavy silver pitcher drifted up from a long； draped table across the room； making a loud ping as it was suddenly heated； steam gushed from the top； and it tipped over； whirling round and round like a slow top； as a silver cup darted up to neatly catch the dark pouring。
〃Too hot； I think；〃 Rand said； and the glassed casements leaped from the tall； narrow windows。 Snowflakes billowed in on an icy blast； and the cup soared out through one of the windows； soared back again； straight to his hand as he sat himself。 Let her see how calm she could stay with a madman staring at her。 The dark liquid was tea； too strong after his boiling； and bitter enough to set his teeth on edge。 But the warmth was just right。 His skin pebbled in the gusts howling into the room and flapping tapestries against the walls； but in the Void； that was far away； someone else's skin。
〃The Laurel Crown is prettier than some；〃 Cadsuane said with a faint smile。 Her hair ornam