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lood； too。 Most are。 Think about it。 Would you want somebody inside your head while you cuddled up with a likely wench？ Sorry； I forgot you were married； now。 No offense meant。 I was surprised to hear you'd married a Saldaean； though。〃
〃Surprised？〃 Perrin had never considered that about the Warder bond。 Light！ For that matter； he had never really thought about Aes Sedai that way。 It seemed about as possible as。。。 as a man talking to wolves。 〃Why surprised？〃 They started down through the trees on this side of the hill； not hurrying and making little noise。 Perrin had always been a good hunter； accustomed to the forests； and Elyas hardly disturbed the leaves underfoot； gliding smoothly through the undergrowth without shifting a branch。 He might have slung his bow on his back now； but he still carried it ready。 Elyas was a wary man； especially around people。
〃Why； because you're a quiet sort； and I thought you'd marry somebody quiet； too。 Well； you know by now Saldaeans aren't quiet。 Except with strangers and outsiders。 Set the sun on fire one minute； and the next； it's all blown away and forgotten。 Make Arafellin look stolid and Domani downright dull。〃 Elyas grinned suddenly。 〃I lived a year with a Saldaean； once； and Merya shouted my ears off five days in the week； and maybe heaved the dishes at my head； too。 Every time I thought about leaving； though； she'd want to make up； and I never seemed to get to the door。 In the end； she left me。 Said I was too restrained for her taste。〃 His rasping laugh was reminiscent； but he rubbed at a faint； age…faded scar along his jaw reminiscently； too。 It looked to have been made by a knife。
〃Faile's not like that。〃 It sounded like being married to Nynaeve！ Nynaeve with sore teeth！ 〃I don't mean she doesn't get angry now and then；〃 he admitted reluctantly； 〃but she doesn't shout and throw things。〃 Well； she did not shout very often； and instead of flaring hot and vanishing； her anger started hot and dragged on till it turned cold。
Elyas glanced at him sideways。 〃If I ever smelled a man trying to dodge hail。。。 You've been giving her soft words all the time； haven't you？ Mild as milk…water and never lay your ears back？ Never raise your voice to her？〃
〃Of course not！〃 Perrin protested。 〃I love her！ Why would I shout at her？〃
Elyas began muttering under his breath； though Perrin could hear every word； of course。 〃Burn me； a man wants to sit on a red adder； it's his affair。 Not my business if a man wants to warm his hands when the roof's on fire。 It's his life。 Will he thank me？ No； he bloody well won't！〃
〃What are you going on about？〃 Perrin demanded。 Catching Elyas' arm； he pulled him to a stop beneath a winterberry tree； its prickly leaves still mostly green。 Little else nearby was； except for some struggling creepers。 They had e less than halfway down the hill。 〃Faile isn't a red adder or a roof on fire！ Wait until you meet her before you start talking like you know her。〃
Irritably； Elyas raked fingers through his long beard。 〃I know Saldaeans； boy。 That year wasn't the only time I've been there。 I've only ever met about five Saldaean women I'd call meek； or even mild…mannered。 No； she isn't an adder； what she is is a leopard； I'll wager。 Don't growl； burn you！ I'll bet my boots she'd smile to hear me say it！〃
Perrin opened his mouth angrily； then closed it again。 He had not realized he was growling deep in his throat。 Faile would smile at being called a leopard。 〃You can't be saying she wants me to shout at her； Elyas。〃
〃Yes； I am。 Most likely； anyway。 Maybe she's the sixth。 Maybe。 Just hear me out。 Most women； you raise your voice； and they go bulge…eyed or ice； and next thing you know； you're arguing about you being angry； never mind what put the ember down your back in the first place。 Swallow your tongue with a Saldaean； though； and to her； you're saying she isn't strong enough to stand up to you。 Insult her like that； and you're lucky she doesn't feed you your own gizzard for breakfast。 She's no Far Madding wench； to expect a man to sit where she points and jump when she snaps her fingers。 She's a leopard； and she expects her husband to be a leopard； too。 Light！ I don't know what I'm doing。 Giving a man advice about his wife is a good way to get your innards spilled。〃
It was Elyas' turn to growl。 He jerked his hat straight unnecessarily and looked around the slope frowning； as though considering whether to vanish back into the forests； then poked a finger at Perrin。 〃Look here。 I always knew you were more than a stray； and putting what the wolves told me together with you just happening to be heading toward this Prophet fellow； I thought maybe you could use a friend to watch your back。 Of course； the wolves didn't mention you were leading those pretty Mayener lancers。 Neither did Gaul； till we saw them。 If you'd like me to stay； I will。 If not； there's plenty of the world I haven't seen yet。〃
〃I can always use another friend； Elyas。〃 Could Faile really want him to shout？ He had always known he might hurt somebody if he was not careful； and he always tried to keep a tight rein on his temper。 Words could hurt as hard as fists； the wrong words； words you never meant； let loose in a temper。 It had to be impossible。 It just stood to reason。 No woman would stand for that； from her husband or any man。
A bluefinch's call brought Perrin's head up； ears pricking。 It was just at the edge of hearing even for him； but a moment later the trill was repeated closer； then again； nearer still。 Elyas cocked an eyebrow at him； he would know the call of a Borderland bird。 Perrin had learned it from some Shienarans； Masema among them； and taught the Two Rivers men。
〃We have visitors ing；〃 he told Elyas。
They came quickly； four riders at a fast canter； arriving before he and Elyas reached the bottom of the hill。 Berelain led the way； splashing across the stream with Annoura and Gallenne close behind and a woman in a pale； hooded dust…cloak at her side。 They swept right by the Mayener camp without a glance； not drawing rein until they were in front of the red…and…white striped tent。 Some of the Cairhienin servants rushed to take bridles and hold stirrups； and Berelain and her panions were inside before the dust of their arrival settled。
All in all； the arrival created quite a stir。 A buzz rose among the Two Rivers men that Perrin could only call anticipatory。 The inevitable gathering of Faile's young fools scratched their heads and stared at the tent； chattering excitedly among themselves。 Grady and Neald watched the tent through the trees； too； now and then leaning together to talk though nobody was close enough to hear anything they said。
〃Looks like your visitors are more than casual；〃 Elyas said quietly。 〃Watch Gallenne； he could be trouble。〃
〃You know him； Elyas？ I'd like you to stay； but if you think he might tell one of the sisters who you are。。。 〃 Perrin shrugged in resignation。 〃I might be able to stop Seonid and Masuri〃 … he thought he could … 〃but I think Annoura will do whatever she wants。〃 And what did she really think about Masema？
〃Oh； Bertain Gallenne