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t your throat slit； and you and I wouldn't be the only ones to regret that。〃 Then he was gone； down the street in the deepening dusk； with the Maidens around him like slinking wolves。
Mat stared after him。 Trust the merchant？ I wouldn't trust Kadere if he was tied in a sack。 So Rand did not weave the Pattern？ He came close！ Before ever any of them learned that the Prophecies had anything to do with them； they had learned that Rand was ta'veren； one of those rare individuals who； instead of being woven willy…nilly into the Pattern； instead forced the Pattern to shape itself around them。 Mat knew about being ta'veren； he was one himself； though not as strong as Rand。 Sometimes Rand could affect people's lives； change the course of them； just by being in the same town。 Perrin was ta'veren as well … or； maybe had been。 Moiraine had thought it was significant； finding three young men who grew up in the same village； all destined to be ta'veren。 She meant to fit them all into her plans； whatever they were。
It was supposed to be a grand thing； all the ta'veren Mat had been able to learn about had been men like Artur Hawkwing； or women like Mabriam en Shereed； who stories said had founded the pact of the Ten Nations after the Breaking。 But none of the stories told what happened when one ta'veren was close to another as strong as Rand。 It was like being a leaf in a whirlpool。
Melindhra stopped beside him and handed him his spear and a heavy； coarse…woven sack that clinked。 〃I put your winnings in this for you。〃 She was taller than he was； by a good two inches。 She glanced after Rand。 〃I had heard you were near…brother to Rand al'Thor。〃
〃In a manner of speaking；〃 he said dryly。
〃It does not matter；〃 she said dismissively； and concentrated her gaze on him； fists on her hips。 〃You attracted my interest； Mat Cauthon； before you gave me a regard…gift。 Not that I will give up the spear for you； of course； but I have had my eye on you for days。 You have a smile like a boy about to do mischief。 I like that。 And those eyes。〃 In the failing light her grin was slow and wide。 And warm。 〃I do like your eyes。〃
Mat tugged his hat straight； though it had not been crooked。 From pursuer to pursued； in the blink of an eye。 It could happen like that； with Aiel women。 Especially Maidens。 〃Does 'Daughter of the Nine Moons' mean anything to you？〃 It was a question he asked women sometimes。 The wrong answer would send him out of Rhuidean tonight if he had to try walking out of the Waste。
〃Nothing；〃 she said。 〃But there are things I like to do by moonlight。〃 Putting an arm around his shoulder； she took off his hat and began to whisper in his ear。 In no time at all he was grinning even more widely than she。
Chapter 4
（Spears and Shield）
Twilight
With his Far Dareis Mai escort； Rand approached the Rhuidean Roof of the Maidens。 White stairs as wide as the tall building； each step a stride deep； ran up to thick columns twenty paces high； black…seeming in the twilight but bright blue by day； and fluted in spirals。 The outside of the building was a patterned mosaic of glazed tiles； white and blue in spirals that appeared endless to the eye； and a huge window of colored glass directly above the columns showed a black…haired woman fifteen feet tall； in plicated blue robes； right hand upraised； either to bless or mand a halt。 Her face was serene and stern at the same time。 Whoever she had been； she was surely no Aiel； not with that pale skin and those dark eyes。 An Aes Sedai； perhaps。 He tapped his pipe out on his bootheel and stuffed it into his coat pocket before starting up the steps。
Except for gai'shain； men were not allowed beneath a Roof of the Maidens； not any man； not in any hold in the Waste。 A chief or a Maiden's blood kin could die trying； though in fact no Aielman would ever think of it。 It was the same for any society； only members and the gai'shain were allowed inside。
The two Maidens standing guard at the tall bronze doors flashed Maiden handtalk at one another； cutting their eyes in his direction as he came through the columns； then shared a small grin。 He wished he knew what they had said。 Even in as dry a land as the Waste； bronze would tarnish with enough time； but gai'shain had polished these doors until they looked new…made。 They stood wide open； and the pair of guards made no move to hinder him as he walked through； Adelin and the others on his heels。
The wide； white…tiled corridors and great rooms inside were full of Maidens； sitting about on bright cushions； talking； tending to weapons； playing cat's cradle； or stones； or Thousand Flowers； an Aiel game that involved laying out patterns of flat bits of stone carved with what seemed a hundred different symbols。 Of course； a profusion of gai'shain moved smoothly about their chores； cleaning； serving； mending； seeing to oil lamps that ranged from simple glazed pottery to gilded loot from somewhere to the tall stand…lamps that had been found in the city。 In most rooms； colorful carpets； and bright tapestries covered the floors and walls； in nearly as many patterns and styles as there were carpets and tapestries。 The walls and ceilings themselves were detailed mosaics； of forests and rivers and skies that had never been seem in the Waste。
Young or old； the Maidens smiled when they saw him； and some nodded familiarly or even patted his shoulder。 Others called out； asking how he was； had he eaten； would he like the gai'shain to bring him wine or water？ He responded briefly though with answering smiles。 He was well； and neither hungry nor thirsty。 He kept walking； not even slowing when he spoke。 Slowing would lead inevitably to stopping； and he was not up to that tonight。
Far Dareis Mai had adopted him； after a fashion。 Some treated him as a son； others as a brother。 Age seemed not to e into it； women with white in their hair might talk to him as a brother over tea； while Maidens no more than a year older than he tried to make sure he wore the proper clothes for the heat。 There was no avoiding the mothering； they simply did it； and he could not see how to make them stop； short of using the Power against the whole lot of them。
He had thought of trying to have another society provide his guards … Shae'en M'taal； the Stone Dogs； perhaps； or Aethan Dor； the Red Shields； Rhuarc had been a Red Shield before being chief … only； what reason could he possibly give？ Not the truth； certainly。 Just thinking about explaining that to Rhuarc and the others made him unfortable； Aiel humor being what it was； even sour old Han would likely break his ribs laughing。 Any reason at all would probably offend the honor of every last Maiden。 At least they rarely mothered him except under the Roof； where there was no one to see but themselves； and gai'shain who knew better than to speak of anything that happened there。 〃The Maidens；〃 he had once said； 〃carry my honor。〃 Everyone remembered that； and the Maidens were as proud of it as if he had given them all thrones。 But it had turned out that they carried it in a manner they chose。
Adelin and the other four left him to join their friends； but he was hardly