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med handkerchief sniffed it again。
〃Another time； maybe；〃 Rand replied； shaking his head。 He thought he could have been friends with any of the four； but especially Mangin； who had a sense of humor much like Mat's。 If he had no time to study women； he certainly had no time for making new friends。 Little time for old friends； for that matter。 Mat worried him。
On the highest part of the hill； a heavy framework tower of logs thrust above the treetops； the wide platform at the top twenty spans or more above the ground。 The Aiel knew nothing about working with wood on that scale； but there had been plenty among the Cairhienin refugees who did。
Moiraine was waiting at the base of the first slanting ladder with Lan； and Egwene。 Egwene had been getting a good bit of sun； she really could have passed for Aiel except for her dark eyes。 A short Aiel。 He scanned her face quickly； but detected nothing except tiredness。 Amys and the others must be working her too hard with her training。 She would not thank him for interceding； though。
〃Have you decided？〃 Rand asked； stopping。 Weiramon fell silent at last。
Egwene hesitated； but Rand noted that she did not look at Moiraine before nodding。 〃I will do what I can。〃
Her reluctance bothered him。 He had not asked Moiraine … she could not use the One Power as a weapon against the Shaido； not unless they threatened her or he managed to convince her they were all Darkfriends … but Egwene had not taken the Three Oaths； and he had been sure she would see the necessity。 Instead； she had gone white…faced when he suggested it and had avoided for him for three days until now。 At least she had agreed。 Whatever made the fight shorter against the Shaido must be for the good。
Moiraine's face never changed； though he had no doubt what she thought。 Those smooth Aes Sedai features； those Aes Sedai eyes； could register icy disapproval without altering a jot。
Thrusting the piece of spear through his belt； he put foot to the first rung … and Moiraine spoke。
〃Why are you wearing a sword again？〃
The last question he would have expected。 〃Why shouldn't I？〃 he muttered； and scrambled upward。 Not a good answer； but she had caught him off balance。
The half…healed wound in his side tugged as he climbed； not quite hurting but seeming about to break open just the same。 He paid it no mind； it often felt that way when he exerted himself。
Rhuarc and the other clan chiefs came after him； Bael leaving Melaine last of all； but thankfully Weiramon and his two toadies remained on the ground。 The High Lord knew what was to be done； he needed and wanted no more information。 Feeling Moiraine's eyes following him； Rand glanced down。 Not Moiraine。 It was Egwene watching him climb； her face so close to Aes Sedai that he could not have slid a hair through the difference。 Moiraine had her head together with Lan's。 He hoped Egwene was not going to change her mind。
On the broad platform at the top； two short； sweating young men in shirtsleeves were setting a brass…bound wooden tube； three paces long and bigger around than either's arm； on a pivoting frame fastened to the railing。 An identical tube already sat a few paces away； where it had been almost since the tower was pleted the day before。 A third coatless man wiped his bald head with a striped kerchief while he growled at them。
〃Easy with it。 Easy； I said！ You motherless weasels knock a lens out of alignment； and I will knock your brainless heads backward to front。 Fasten it。 Tight； Jol。 Tight！ If it falls while the Lord Dragon is looking through it； you both had better jump after it。 Not just for him。 You break my work and you will wish you had broken your fool skulls。〃
Jol and the other fellow； Cail； worked on； quickly but not very visibly perturbed。 They had had years to grow used to Kin Tovere's way of talking。 It had been finding a craftsman who made lenses and looking glasses … and his two apprentices … among the refugees that had first given Rand the idea for this tower。
At first none of the three noticed they were not alone。 The clan chiefs climbed on silent feet； and Tovere's harangue was enough to cover the sound of Rand's boots。 Rand himself was startled when Lan's head popped through the open trap after Bael； boots or no； the Warder made no more noise than the Aiel。 Even Lan stood a head taller than the Cairhienin。
When they finally did see the new arrivals； the two apprentices gave wide…eyed starts as if they had never seen an Aiel before； then bent themselves in half bowing to Rand and stayed that way。 The lensmaker jerked almost as much at the sight of the Aiel； but made a more restrained bow； wiping his head again in the middle of it。
〃Told you I would have the second finished today； my Lord Dragon。〃 Tovere managed to get respect into his tone without making his voice one bit less gruff。 〃A wonderful thought； this tower。 I would never have conceived it； but once you started asking how far you could see with a looking glass。。。 Give me time； and I will make you one to see Caemlyn from here。 If the tower is built high enough；〃 he added judiciously。 〃There are limits。〃
〃What you've done already is more than enough； Master Tovere。〃 More than Rand had hoped for； certainly。 He had already had a look through the first looking glass。
Jol and Cail were still bent at right angles； heads down。 〃Perhaps you had best take your apprentices below；〃 Rand said。 〃So we don't get crowded。〃
There was room for four times as many； but Tovere immediately poked Cail's shoulder with a thick finger。 〃e along； you ham…fisted stableboys。 We are in the Lord Dragon's way。〃
The apprentices barely straightened enough to follow him； gazing round…eyed at Rand even more than at the Aiel as they vanished down the ladder。 Cail was a year older than he； Jol two。 Both had been born in bigger towns than he had imagined before leaving the Two Rivers； had visited Cairhien and seen the king and the Amyrlin Seat； if at a distance； while he was still tending sheep。 Very likely； they still knew more of the world than he in some ways。 Shaking his head； he bent to the new looking glass。
Cairhien leaped into view。 The forests； never particularly thick to one used to Two Rivers' woods； stopped pletely well short of the city； of course。 High gray； square…towered walls in a perfect square against the river mocked the hills' flowing curves。 Within； more towers rose in precise pattern； marking the points of a grid； some twenty times as high as the walls or more； yet all surrounded by scaffolding。 The legendary topless towers were still being rebuilt after their burning in the Aiel War。
When last he had seen the city； another city had surrounded it from riverbank to riverbank … Foregate； a rabbit warren as raucous as Cairhien was solemn； all in wood。 Now only a wide stretch of ash and charred timbers bordered the walls。 How that fire had been kept from spreading into Cairhien itself； he could not understand。
Banners decked every tower in the city； too distant to make out clearly； but scouts had described them to him。 Half bore the Cres