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thing else； everywhere else； was blackness。
It was time to see how large he could make a platform。 With the thought； more stones appeared all at once； duplicating the courtyard to an inch。 He imagined it larger still。 That quickly； gray stone stretched as far as he could see。 With a start； he realized that his boots were beginning to sink into the stone under his feet； it looked no different； yet it yielded slowly like mud； oozing up around his boots。 Hastily； he brought everything back to a square the size of what was outside … that much stayed solid … then began increasing it by one outer row of stones at a time。 It did not take long to realize he could not make the platform much larger than his first attempt。 The stone still looked all right； it did not sink beneath his feet； but the second added row felt。。。 insubstantial； like a thin shell that might crack at a wrong step。 Was that because this was as large as the thing could be made？ Or because he had not thought of it larger at first？ We all make our limits。 The thought slid up surprisingly from somewhere。 And we set them further out than we have any right。
Rand felt himself shiver。 In the Void； it seemed like feeling someone else shiver。 It was well to be reminded that Lews Therin was still inside him。 He had to be careful not to fall into a battle for self while confronting Rahvin。 If not for that； he might have。。。 No。 What had happened on the quay was done； he would not make a hash of it for breakfast。
Reducing the platform by one outer ring of square stones； he turned。 Bael was waiting out there in what seemed a huge square doorway into daylight with the steps beyond。 At his side； Pevin looked no more perturbed by what he saw than the Aiel chief； which was to say not at all。 Pevin would carry that banner wherever Rand went； even the Pit of Doom； and never blink。 Mat shoved back his hat to scratch his head； then jerked it low again； muttering something about dice in his head。
〃Impressive；〃 Asmodean said quietly。 〃Quite impressive。〃
〃Flatter him some other time； harper；〃 Aviendha said。 She was the first to step through； watching Rand； not where she put her feet。 She walked all the way to him without once so much as glancing at anything except his face。 When she reached him； though； it was to swing away abruptly； settling her shawl over her elbows； and study the darkness。 Sometimes women were stranger than anything else the Creator could possibly have made。
Bael and Pevin came right behind her； then Asmodean； one hand clutching the strap of his harpcase across his chest； the other white…knuckled on his sword hilt； and Mat； swaggering； but a trifle reluctant and grumbling as if arguing with himself。 In the Old Tongue。 Sulin claimed the honor to be first else； but soon a wide stream followed； not just Maidens of the Spear； but Tain Shari； True Bloods； and Far Aldazar Din； Brothers of the Eagle； Red Shields and Dawn Runners； Stone Dogs and Knife Hands； representatives of every society； crowding through。
As the numbers increased； Rand moved to the far side of the platform from the gateway。 There was no need to see where he was going； really； but he wanted to。 In truth； he could have remained at the other end； or gone to one side； direction here was mutable； whatever way he chose to move would take him to Caemlyn if done properly。 And to the endless black of nowhere if done wrong。
Except for Bael and Sulin … and Aviendha； of course … the Aiel left a little space around him and Mat； Asmodean and Pevin。 〃Stay away from the edge；〃 Rand said。 The Aiel nearest him moved back all of a foot。 He could not see over the forest of shoufa…shrouded heads。 〃Is it full？〃 he called。 The thing might hold half those who wanted to go； but not many more。 〃Is it full？〃
〃Yes；〃 a woman's voice called back finally； reluctantly … he thought it sounded like Lamelle … but there was still a milling in the gateway； Aiel sure there must be room for one more。
〃Enough！〃 Rand shouted。 〃No more！ Clear the gateway！ Everyone stand well clear！〃 He did not want what had happened to the Seanchan spear to happen here to living flesh。
A pause； and then； 〃It is clear。〃 It was Lamelle。 He would have bet his last copper that Enaila and Somara were back there somewhere； too。
The gateway seemed to turn sideways； thinning until it vanished with one final flash of light。
〃Blood and ashes！〃 Mat muttered； leaning disgustedly on his spear。 〃This is worse than the flaming Ways！〃 Which earned him a startled look from Asmodean； and a considering one from Bael。 Mat did not notice； he was too busy glaring at the blackness。
There was no sense of motion； no breeze to stir the banner Pevin held。 They could have been standing still。 But Rand knew better； he could almost feel the place they were approaching draw nearer。
〃If you e out too close to him； he will sense it。〃 Asmodean licked his lips and avoided looking at anyone。 〃At least； that is what I have heard。〃
〃I know where I am going；〃 Rand said。 Not too close。 But not too far。 He remembered the spot well。
No movement。 Endless black； and them hanging in it。 Motionless。 Half an hour passed perhaps。
A slight stir ran through the Aiel。
〃What is it？〃 Rand asked。
Murmurs came across the platform。 〃Someone fell；〃 a bulky man near him said at last。 Rand recognized him。 Meciar。 He was Cor Darei； a Night Spear。 He wore the red headband。
〃Not one of the。。。〃 Rand began； then caught Sulin looking at him； flat…eyed。
He turned to stare out into the darkness； anger a stain clinging to the emotionless Void。 So it was not supposed to matter more to him if one of the Maidens had fallen； was it？ It did。 Falling forever through endless black。 Would sanity crack before death came； from starvation or thirst or fear？ In that fall； even an Aiel must eventually find fear strong enough to stop a heart。 He almost hoped so； it must be more merciful than the other。
Burn me； what happened to all that hardness I was so proud of？ A Maiden or a Stone Dog； a spear is a spear。 Only； thinking it could not make it so。 I will be hard。 He would let the Maidens dance the spears where they wished。 He would。 And he knew he would search out the name of every one who died； that every name would be another knife…cut on his soul。 I will be hard。 The Light help me； I will。 The Light help me。
Seemingly motionless； hanging in blackness。
The platform stopped。 It was hard to say how he knew； when he could tell it was moving before； but he did。
He channeled； and a gateway opened in the same way it had in the courtyard in Cairhien。 The angle of the sun had hardly changed； but here early…morning light shone on a paved street； and a rising slope patched brown with drought…killed grass and wildflowers； a slope topped by a stone wall two spans high or more； the stones worked rough so it seemed something natural。 Above that wall he could see the golden domes of the Royal Palace of Andor； a few of the pale spires topped with banners rippling the White Lion on a breeze。 On the other side of that wall was the garden where he had first met E