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His eyebrows had shot up again when they asked for just one cabin among them … not even Nynaeve wanted to be alone at night if she did not have to be。 Each could have a cabin to herself at no extra charge； he told them； he had no other passengers； his cargo was aboard； and if Aes Sedai had urgent business downriver； he would not wait even an hour for anyone else who might want passage。 They said again that one cabin would be sufficient。
He was startled； and it had been plain from his face that he did not understand； but Chin Ellisor； born and bred in Tar Valon； was not one to question Aes Sedai once they made their intentions clear。 If two of them seemed very young； well； some Aes Sedai were young。
The abandoned ruins vanished behind Egwene。 The column of smoke drew closer； and there was a hint of another much further still from the riverbank。 The forest was turning to low； grassy hills dotted with thickets。 Trees that made flowers in the spring had them； tiny white blossoms on snowberry and bright red sugarberry。 One tree she did not know was covered in round white flowers bigger than her two hands together。 Occasionally a climbing wildrose put swaths of yellow or white through branches thick with the green of leaves and the red of new growth。 It was all too sharp a contrast to the ashes and rubble to be entirely pleasant。
Egwene wished she had an Aes Sedai to question herself right then。 One she could trust。 Brushing her pouch with her fingers； she could barely feel the twisted stone ring of the ter'angreal inside。
She had tried it every night but two since leaving Tar Valon； and it had not worked the same way twice。 Oh； she always found herself in Tel'aran'rhiod； but the only thing she saw that might have been any use was the Heart of the Stone again； each time without Silvie to tell her things。 There was certainly nothing about the Black Ajah。
Her own dreams； without the ter'angreal； had been filled with images that seemed almost like glimpses of the Unseen World。 Rand holding a sword that blazed like the sun； till she could hardly see that it was a sword； could hardly make out that it was him at all。 Rand threatened in a dozen ways； none of them the least bit real。 In one dream he had been on a huge stones board； the black and white stones as big as boulders； and him dodging the monstrous hands that moved them and seemed to try to crush him under them。 It could have meant something。 It very probably did； but beyond the fact that Rand was in danger from someone； or two someones … she thought that much was clear … beyond that； she simply did not know。 I cannot help him； now。 I have my own duty。 I don't even know where he is； except that it is probably five hundred leagues from here。
She had dreamed of Perrin with a wolf； and with a falcon； and a hawk … and the falcon and the hawk fighting … of Perrin running from someone deadly； and Perrin stepping willingly over the edge of a towering cliff while saying； 〃It must be done。 I must learn to fly before I reach the bottom。〃 There had been one dream of an Aiel； and she thought that had to do with Perrin； too； but she was not sure。 And a dream of Min； springing a steel trap but somehow walking through it without so much as seeing it。 There had been dreams of Mat； too。 Of Mat with dice spinning 'round him … she felt she knew where that one came from … of Mat being followed by a man who was not there … she still did not understand that； there was a man following； or maybe more than one； but in some way there was no one there … of Mat riding desperately toward something unseen in the distance that he had to reach； and Mat with a woman who seemed to be tossing fireworks about。 An Illuminator； she assumed； but that made no more sense than anything else。
She had had so many dreams that she was beginning to doubt them all。 Maybe it had to do with using the ter'angreal so often； or maybe with just carrying it。 Maybe she was finally learning what a Dreamer did。 Frantic dreams； hectic dreams。 Men and women breaking out of a cage； then putting on crowns。 A woman playing with puppets； and another dream where the strings on puppets led to the hands of larger puppets； and their strings led to still greater puppets； on and on until the last strings vanished into unimaginable heights。 Kings dying； queens weeping； battles raging。 Whitecloaks ravaging the Two Rivers。 She had even dreamed of the Seanchan again。 More than once。 Those she shut away in a dark corner； she would not let herself think of them。 Her mother and father； every night。
She was certain what that meant； at least； or thought she was。 It means I'm off hunting the Black Ajah； and I do not know what my dreams mean or how to make the fool ter'angreal do what it should； and I'm frightened； and。。。 And homesick。 For an instant she thought how good it would be to have her mother send her up to bed knowing everything would be better in the morning。 Only mother can't solve my problems for me anymore； and father can't promise to chase away monsters and make me believe it。 I have to do it myself now。
How far in the past all that was； now。 She did not want it back； not really； but it had been a warm time； and it seemed so long ago。 It would be wonderful just to see them again； to hear their voices。 When I wear this ring on the finger I choose by right。
She had finally let Nynaeve and Elayne each try sleeping one night with the stone ring … surprised at how reluctant she had been to let it out of her own hands … and they had awakened to speak of what was surely Tel'aran'rhiod； but neither had seen more than a glimpse of the Heart of the Stone； nothing that was of any use。
The thick column of smoke now lay abreast of the Blue Crane。 Perhaps five or six miles from the river； she thought。 The other was only a smudge on the horizon。 It could almost have been a cloud； but she was sure it was not。 Small thickets grew tight along the riverbank in some places； and between them the grass came right down to the water except where an undercut bank had fallen in。
Elayne came on deck and joined her at the rail； the wind whipping her dark cloak as well。 She wore sturdy wool； too。 That had been one argument Nynaeve won。 Their clothes。 Egwene had maintained that Aes Sedai always wore the best； even when they traveled … she had been thinking of the silks she wore in Tel'aran'rhiod … but Nynaeve pointed out that even with as much gold as the Amyrlin had left in the back of her wardrobe； and it was a fat purse； they still had no idea how much things would cost downriver。 The servants said Mat had been right about the civil war in Cairhien； and what it had done to prices。 To Egwene's surprise； Elayne had pointed out that Brown sisters wore wool more often than silk。 Elayne had been so eager to be away from the kitchen； Egwene thought； she would have worn rags。
I wonder how Mat is doing？ No doubt trying to dice with the captain for whatever ship he's raveling on。
〃Terrible；〃 Elayne murmured。 〃It is so terrible。〃
〃What is？〃 Egwene said absently。 I hope he isn't showing that paper we gave him around too freely。
Elayne gave her a startled