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he floor。 〃I've warned you！ Never channel when anyone else is around。 Never！〃
Natael tilted his head in that peculiar way he had； as if trying to look at Rand sideways； or watch without being noticed。 〃If she had seen； she would have thought it was you。〃 There was no apology in his voice； no diffidence； but no challenge either； he seemed to think he was offering a reasonable explanation。 〃Besides； you looked thirsty。 A court…bard should look after his lord's needs。〃 That was one of the small conceits he surrounded himself with； if Rand was the Lord Dragon； then he himself must be a court…bard； not a simple gleeman。
Feeling disgusted with himself as much as angry at the man； Rand unraveled the weave and let him drop。 Manhandling him was like picking a fight with a boy of ten。 He could not see the shield that constricted the other man's access to saidin … it was female work … but he knew it was there。 Moving a goblet was about the extent of Natael's ability； now。 Luckily the shield had been hidden from female eyes； too。 Natael called the trick 〃inverting〃； he did not seem able to explain it； though。 〃And if she'd seen my face and was suspicious？ I was as startled as if that goblet had flown at me by itself！〃 He stuck his pipe back between his teeth and sent up furious streams of smoke。
〃She still wouldn't suspect。〃 Settling back onto the cushions； the other man took up the harp again； strumming a line of music that had a devious sound。 〃How could anyone suspect？ I do not entirely believe the situation myself。〃 If there was even a touch of bitterness in his voice； Rand could not detect it。
He was not entirely sure he believed it either； though he had worked hard enough for it。 The man in front of him； Jasin Natael； had another name。 Asmodean。
Idly playing the harp； Asmodean did not look like one of the dreaded Forsaken。 He was even moderately handsome； Rand supposed he would be attractive to women。 It often seemed strange that evil had left no outward mark。 He was one of the Forsaken； and far from trying to kill him； Rand hid what he was from Moiraine and everyone else。 He needed a teacher。
If what was true for the women Aes Sedai called 〃wilders〃 also held for men； he had only one chance in four of surviving the attempt to learn to use the Power on his own。 That was discounting the madness。 His teacher had to be a man； Moiraine and others had told him often enough that a bird could not teach a fish to fly； nor a fish a bird to swim。 And his teacher had to be someone experienced； someone who already knew all the things he needed to learn。 With Aes Sedai gentling men who could channel as soon as they were found … and fewer were found every year … that left small choices。 A man who had simply discovered he could channel would know no more than he did。 A false Dragon who could channel … if Rand could find one not already caught and gentled … would not be likely to give up his own dreams of glory for another claiming to be the Dragon Reborn。 What remained； what Rand had lured to him； was one of the Forsaken。
Asmodean plucked random chords as Rand took a seat on a cushion facing him。 It was well to remember that the man had not changed； not inside； from the day so long ago when he had pledged his soul to the Shadow。 What he did now； he did under duress； he had not e to the Light。 〃Do you ever think of turning back； Natael？〃 He was always careful of the name； one breath of 〃Asmodean；〃 and Moiraine would be sure he had gone over to the Shadow。 Moiraine and maybe others。 Neither he nor Asmodean might survive that。
The man's hands froze on the strings； his face utterly blank。 〃Turn back？ Demandred； Rahvin； any of them would kill me on sight； now。 If I was lucky。 Except Lanfear perhaps； and you will understand if don't want to put her to the test。 Semirhage could make a boulder beg for mercy and thank her for death。 And as for the Great Lord …〃
〃The Dark One；〃 Rand broke in sharply around his pipestem。 The Great Lord of the Dark was what Darkfriends called the Dark One。 Darkfriends and the Forsaken。
Asmodean bowed his head briefly in acquiescence。 〃When the Dark One breaks free。。。〃 If his face had been expressionless before； now it was bleak in every line。 〃Suffice it to say that I will find Semirhage and give myself to her before I'll face the … the Dark One's punishment for betrayal。〃
〃As well you are here to teach me； then。〃
Mournful music began to flow from the harp； speaking of loss and tears。 〃The March of Death；〃 Asmodean said over the music； 〃the final movement of The Grand Passions Cycle； posed some three hundred years before the War of Power by …〃
Rand cut him off。 〃You are not teaching me very well。〃
〃As well as may be expected； under the circumstances。 You can grasp saidin every time you try； now； and tell one flow from another。 You can shield yourself； and the Power does what you want it to。〃 He stopped playing and frowned； not looking at Rand。 〃Do you think Lanfear really intended me to teach you everything？ If she had wanted that； she would have contrived to stay close so she could link us。 She wants you to live； Lews Therin； but this time she means to be stronger than you。〃
〃Don't call me that！〃 Rand snapped； but Asmodean did not seem to hear。
〃If you planned this between you … trapping me …〃 Rand sensed a surge in Asmodean； as if the Forsaken were testing the shield Lanfear had woven around him； women who could channel saw a glow surrounding another woman who had embraced saidar and felt her channeling clearly； but he never saw anything around Asmodean and felt little。 〃If you worked it out together； then you let her outfox you on more levels than one。 I've told you I am not a very good teacher； especially without a link。 You did plan it between you； didn't you？〃 He did look at Rand then； sidelong but still intent。 〃How much do you remember？ Of being Lews Therin； I mean。 She said you recalled nothing at all； but she could lie to the Gr … the Dark One himself。〃
〃This time she spoke the truth。〃 Seating himself on one of the cushions； Rand channeled one of the clan chiefs' untouched silver goblets to him。 Even such a brief touch of saidin was exhilarating … and fouling。 And hard to release。 He did not want to talk about Lews Therin； he was tired of people thinking he was Lews Therin。 The bowl of his pipe had grown hot with all the puffing； so he held it by the stem and gestured with it。 〃If linking will help you teach me； why don't we link？〃
Asmodean looked at him as if he had asked why they did not eat rocks； then shook his head。 〃I continually forget how much you don't know。 You and I cannot。 Not without a woman to join us。 You could ask Moiraine； I suppose； or the girl Egwene。 One of them might be able to reason out the method。 So long as you don't mind them finding out who I am。〃
〃Don't lie to me； Natael；〃 Rand growled。 Well before meeting Natael he had learned that a man's channeling and a woman's were as different as men and women themselves； but he took little the man said on trust。 〃I've heard Egwene and others talk about Aes Sedai linking their powers。 If they can do it；