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〃Wasn't he； now；〃 Rand said softly； tucking his gloves behind his sword belt。 And because Flinn still looked uncertain； he added； 〃You all earned it。〃 He had been about to send one of the Asha'man to Taim … the Leader； the M'Hael； as the Asha'man all called him … but now Torval could carry the message。 In the council tent？ 〃Have refreshments sent；〃 he told Flinn； then motioned Hopwil and Dashiva to follow。
Flinn saluted again； but Rand was already striding away； black mud squelching around his boots。 No cheers rose for him in the blustering wind。 He could recall when there had been。 If that was not one of Lews Therin's memories。 If Lews Therin had ever been real。 A flash of color just beyond the edge of sight； the feel of someone about to touch him from behind。 With an effort； he focused himself。
The council tent was a large red…striped pavilion that had once sat on the Plains of Maredo； now pitched in the middle of Rand's encampment； surrounded by thirty paces of bare ground。 There were never guards here； not unless Rand was meeting with the nobles。 Anyone trying to slip in would have been seen instantly by a thousand prying eyes。 Three banners on tall poles formed a triangle around the tent； the Rising Sun of Cairhien； the Three Crescents of Tear； and the Golden Bees of Illian； and above the crimson roof； higher than the rest； stood the Dragon Banner； and the Banner of Light。 The wind made them all stand out； rippling and snapping； and the tent walls shivered in the gusts。 Inside； colorful； fringed carpets made a floor； and the only furniture was a huge table； thickly carved and gilded； inlaid with ivory and turquoise。 A jumble of maps almost hid the tabletop。
Torval lifted his head from the maps； plainly ready to give the rough side of his tongue to whoever had barged in on him。 Close to his middle years and tall beside anyone save Rand or an Aiel； he stared coldly down a sharp nose that practically quivered with indignation。 The Dragon and the Sword glistened on his coat collar in the light of the stand…lamps。 A silk coat； shining black； cut fine enough for a lord。 His sword had silver mountings washed with gold； and a glittering red gem capped the hilt。 Another gleamed darkly on a finger ring。 You could not train men to be weapons without expecting a certain amount of arrogance； yet Rand did not like Torval。 But then； he had no need of Lews Therin's voice to be suspicious of any man in a black coat。 How far did he truly trust even Flinn？ Yet he had to lead them。 The Asha'man were his making； his responsibility。
When Torval saw Rand； he straightened casually and saluted； but his expression barely changed。 He had had a sneering mouth the first time Rand ever saw him。 〃My Lord Dragon；〃 he said in the accents of Tarabon； and he might have been greeting an equal。 Or being gracious to an inferior。 His swaggering bow took in Hopwil and Dashiva as well。 〃I give congratulations on the conquest of Illian。 A great victory； yes？ There would have been wine to greet you； but this young。。。 Dedicated。。。 does not seem to understand orders。〃
In the corner； silver bells on the ends of Narishma's two long dark braids made a faint sound as he shifted。 He had tanned darkly in the southern sun； but some things about him had not changed。 Older than Rand； his face made him seem younger than Hopwil； but the red that rose in his cheeks was anger； not embarrassment。 His pride in the new…won Sword on his collar was quiet； yet deep。 Torval smiled at him； a slow smile both amused and dangerous。 Dashiva laughed； a short bark； and was still。
〃What are you doing here； Torval？〃 Rand asked roughly。 He tossed the Dragon Scepter and his gauntlets down atop the maps and followed them with his sword belt and scabbarded sword。 The maps that Torval had no reason to be studying。 No need of Lews Therin's voice。
With a shrug； Torval produced a letter from his coat pocket and handed it to Rand。 〃The M'Hael； he sent this。〃 The paper was snowy white and thick； the seal a dragon impressed in a large oval of blue wax that glittered with golden flecks。 It might almost have been thought to e from the Dragon Reborn。 Taim did think well of himself。 〃The M'Hael said to tell you the tales of Aes Sedai in Murandy with an army； they are true。 Rumor says they are rebels against Tar Valon〃 … Torval's sneer thickened with disbelief … 〃but they are marching toward the Black Tower。 Soon； they may bee a danger； yes？〃
Rand cracked the magnificent seal to bits between his fingers。 〃They're going to Caemlyn； not the Black Tower； and they're no threat。 My orders were clear。 Leave Aes Sedai alone unless they e after you。〃
〃But how can you be sure they are not a threat？〃 Torval persisted。 〃Perhaps they are going to Caemlyn； as you say； but if you are wrong； we'll not know before they attack us。〃
〃Torval might be right；〃 Dashiva put in thoughtfully。 〃I can't say I'd trust women who put me in a box； and these haven't sworn any oaths。 Or have they？〃
〃I said leave them alone！〃 Rand slapped the tabletop； hard； and Hopwil jumped in surprise。 Dashiva frowned with irritation before hurriedly smoothing it over； but Rand was not interested in Dashiva's moods。 By chance … he was sure it was chance … his hand had e down on the Dragon Scepter。 His arm trembled with the desire to take it up and stab Torval through the heart。 No need for Lews Therin at all。 〃The Asha'man are a weapon to be aimed where I say； not to flutter around like hens every time Taim gets frightened over a handful of Aes Sedai having dinner at the same inn。 If I must； I can e back to make myself clearer。〃
〃I am sure there is no need of that；〃 Torval said quickly。 At last something had wiped the wry twist from his mouth。 Eyes tight； he spread his hands； close to diffident； very nearly apologetic。 And plainly frightened。 〃The M'Hael； he merely wanted you informed。 Your orders are read aloud every day at Morning Directives； after the Creed。〃
〃That's good； then。〃 Rand kept his voice cool； kept a scowl from his face by main effort。 It was his precious M'Hael the man feared； not the Dragon Reborn。 Afraid Taim would take it amiss if something he had said brought Rand's anger on Taim's head。 〃Because I'll kill any one of you who goes near those women in Murandy。 You cut where I direct。〃
Torval bowed rigidly； murmuring； 〃As you say； my Lord Dragon。〃 His teeth were bared in an attempted smile； but his nose was pinched； and he struggled to avoid meeting anyone's eyes while seeming to avoid nothing。 Dashiva yelped another laugh； and Hopwil wore a small grin。
Narishma was not enjoying Torval's disfort； though； or paying it attention。 He looked at Rand without blinking； as though he sensed deep currents that the rest missed。 Most women and no few men thought him just a pretty boy； but those too…big eyes sometimes seemed more knowing than any others。
Rand pulled his hand from the Dragon Scepter and smoothed open the letter。 His hands did not quite shake。 Torval smiled weakly； sourly； noticing nothing。 Against the tent wall； Narishma shifted； relaxing。
The refreshments arrived； then； borne by a stately processio