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om the Erinin west through the wall and into the city。 Even after she saw the huge banner flapping from its greatest height … three white crescent moons slanting across a field half red； half gold； a banner waving at least three hundred paces above the river； yet large enough to be clearly seen at that height … even after she made out battlements and towers； it was difficult to believe the Stone of Tear had been built rather than carved out of a mountain already there。
〃Made with the Power；〃 Elayne murmured。 She was staring at the Stone； too。 〃Flows of Earth woven to draw stone from the ground； Air to bring it from every corner of the world； and Earth and Fire to make it all in one piece； without seam or joint or mortar。 Atuan Sedai says the Tower could not do it； today。 Strange； given how the High Lords feel concerning the Power now。〃
〃I think；〃 Nynaeve said softly； eyeing the dockmen moving around them； 〃that given that very thing； we should not mention certain other things aloud。〃 Elayne appeared torn between indignation … she had spoken very softly … and agreement； the Daughter…Heir agreed with Nynaeve too often and too readily to suit Egwene。
Only when Nynaeve is right； she admitted to herself grudgingly。 A woman who wore the ring； or was even associated with Tar Valon； would be watched here。 The barefoot； leather…vested dockmen were not paying the three of them any mind as they hurried about； carrying bales or crates on their backs as often as on barrows。 A strong odor of fish hung in the air； the next three docks had dozens of small fishing boats clustered around them； just like those in the drawing in the Amyrlin's study。 Shirtless men and barefoot women were hoisting baskets of fish out of the boats； mounds of silver and bronze and green； and colors she had never suspected fish might be； such as bright red； and deep blue； and brilliant yellow； some with stripes or splotches of white and other colors。
She lowered her voice for Elayne's ear alone。 〃She is right。 Caryla。 Remember why you are Caryla。〃 She did not want Nynaeve to hear such admissions。 Her face did not change when she heard； but Egwene could feel satisfaction radiating from her like heat from a cook stove。
Nynaeve's black stallion was just being lowered to the dock； sailors had already carried their tack off the ship and simply dumped it on the wet stones of the dock。 Nynaeve glanced at the horses and opened her mouth … Egwene was sure it was to tell them to saddle their animals … then closed it again； tight…lipped； as if it had cost her an effort。 She gave her braid one hard tug。 Before the sling was well out of the way； Nynaeve tossed the blue…striped saddle blanket across the black's back and hoisted her high…cantled saddle atop it。 She did not even look at the other two women。
Egwene was not anxious to ride at that moment … the motion of a horse might be too close to the motion of the Darter for her stomach … but another look at those muddy streets convinced her。 Her shoes were sturdy； but she would not enjoy having to clean mud off them； or having to hold her skirts up as she walked； either。 She saddled Mist quickly and climbed onto her back； settling her skirts； before she could decide the mud might not be so bad after all。 A little needlework on the Darter … Elayne had done it all； this time； the Daughter…Heir sewed a very fine stitch … had divided all their dresses nicely for riding astride。
Nynaeve's face paled for a moment when she swung into her saddle and the stallion decided to frisk。 She kept a tight…mouthed grip on herself and a firm hand on her reins and soon had him under control。 By the time they had ridden slowly past the warehouses； she could speak。 〃We need to locate Liandrin and the others without them learning we are asking after them。 They surely know we are ing … that someone is； at least … but I would like them not to know we are here until it is too late for them。〃 She drew a deep breath。 〃I confess I have not thought of any way to do this。 Yet。 Do either of you have any suggestions？〃
〃A thief…taker；〃 Elayne said without hesitation。 Nynaeve frowned at her。
〃You mean like Hurin？〃 Egwene said。 〃But Hurin was in the service of his king。 Wouldn't any thief…taker here serve the High Lords？〃
Elayne nodded； and for a moment Egwene envied the Daughter…Heir her stomach。 〃Yes； they would。 But thief…takers are not like the Queen's Guards； or the Tairen Defenders of the Stone。 They serve the ruler； but people who have been robbed sometimes pay them to retrieve what was stolen。 And they also sometimes take money to find people。 At least； they do in Caemlyn。 I cannot think it is different here in Tear。〃
〃Then we take rooms at an inn；〃 Egwene said； 〃and ask the innkeeper to find us a thief…taker。〃
〃Not an inn；〃 Nynaeve said as firmly as she guided the stallion； she never seemed to let the animal get out of her control。 After a moment she moderated her tone a little。 〃Liandrin； at least； knows us； and we have to assume the others do； too。 They will surely be watching the inns for whoever followed the trail they sprinkled behind them。 I mean to spring their trap in their faces； but not with us inside。 We'll not stay at an inn。〃
Egwene refused to give her the satisfaction of asking。
〃Where then？〃 Elayne's brow furrowed。 〃If I made myself known… and could make anyone believe it； in these clothes and with no escort … we would be weled by most of the noble Houses； and very likely in the Stone itself … there are good relations between Caemlyn and Tear … but there would be no keeping it quiet。 The entire city would know before nightfall。 I cannot think of anywhere else except an inn； Nynaeve。 Unless you mean to go out to a farm in the country； but we will never find them from the country。〃
Nynaeve glanced at Egwene。 〃I will know when I see it。 Let me look。〃
Elayne's frown swept from Nynaeve to Egwene and back again。〃 'Do not cut off your ears because you do not like your earrings；' 〃 she muttered。
Egwene put her attention firmly on the street they were riding along。 I will be burned if I'll let her think I am even wondering！
There were not a great many people out； not pared to the streets of Tar Valon。 Perhaps the thick mud in the street discouraged them。 Carts and wagons lurched past； most pulled by oxen with wide horns； the carter or wagoneer walking alongside with a long goad of some pale； ridged wood。 No carriages or sedan chairs used these streets。 The odor of fish hung in the air here； too； and no few of the men who hurried past carried huge baskets full of fish on their backs。 The shops did not look prosperous； none displayed wares outside； and Egwene seldom saw anyone go in。 The shops had signs … the tailor's needle and bolt of cloth； the cutler's knife and scissors； the weaver's loom； and the like … but the paint on most of them was peeling。 The few inns had signs in as bad a state； and looked no busier。 The small houses crowded between inns and shops often had tiles or slates missing from their roofs。 This part of Tear； at least； was poor。 And from what she saw on the faces； few of the people here cared to try an