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〃They were ready to kill us；〃 Nynaeve broke in heatedly。 〃Kill us； or carry us off to be tortured。 He was giving the order。〃
〃It。。。 it was not really using the Power as a weapon； Verin Sedai。〃 Elayne held her chin high； but her voice shook。 〃We did not hurt anyone； or even try to hurt anyone。 Surely …〃
〃Do not split hairs with me！〃 Verin snapped。 〃When you bee full Aes Sedai … if you ever bee full Aes Sedai！ … you will be bound to obey the Three Oaths； but even novices are expected to do their best to live as if already bound。〃
〃What about him？〃 Nynaeve gestured to the Whitecloak officer； still standing there and looking stunned。 Her face was as tight as a drum； she seemed almost as angry as the Aes Sedai。 〃He was about to take us prisoner。 Mat will die if he doesn't reach the Tower soon； and。。。 and。。。〃
Egwene knew what Nynaeve was struggling not to say aloud。 And we can't let that sack fall into any hands but the Amyrlin's。
Verin regarded the Whitecloak wearily。 〃He was only trying to bully us； child。 He knew very well he could not make us go where we did not want； not without more trouble than he was willing to accept。 Not here； not in sight of Tar Valon。 I could have talked us past him； with a little time and a little patience。 Oh； he might well have tried to kill us if he could have done it from hiding； but no Whitecloak with the brains of a goat will try harming an Aes Sedai who knows he is there。 See what you have done！ What stories will those men tell； and what harm will it do？〃
The officer's face had reddened when she mentioned hiding。 〃It is no cowardice not to charge the powers that Broke the World；〃 he burst out。 〃You witches want to Break the World again； in the service of the Dark One！〃 Verin shook her head in tired disbelief。
Egwene wished she could mend some of the damage she had done。 〃I am very sorry for what I did；〃 she told the officer。 She was glad she was not bound to speak no word that was not true； as full Aes Sedai were； because what she had said was only half true at best。 〃I should not have； and I apologize。 I am sure Verin Sedai will Heal your bruises。〃 He stepped back as if she had offered to have him skinned alive； and Verin sniffed loudly。 〃We have e a long way；〃 Egwene went on； 〃all the way from Toman Head； and if I weren't so tired； I would never have …〃
〃Be quiet； girl！〃 Verin shouted at the same time the Whitecloak snarled； 〃Tornan Head？ Falme！ You were at Falme！〃 He stumbled back another step and half drew his sword。 From the look on his face； Egwene did not know whether he meant to attack； or to defend himself。 Hurin moved his horse closer to the Whitecloak； a hand on his sword…breaker； but the narrow…faced man went on in a rant； spittle flying with his fury。 〃My father died at Falme！ Byar told me！ You witches killed him for your false Dragon！ I'll see you dead for it！ I will see you burn！〃
〃Impetuous children；〃 Verin sighed。 〃Almost as bad as boys for letting your mouths run away with you。 Go with the Light； my son；〃 she told the Whitecloak。Without another word； she guided them around the man； but his shouts followed after。 〃My name is Dain Bornhald！ Remember it； Darkfriends！ I will make you fear my name！ Remember my name！〃
As Bornhald's shouts faded behind them； they rode in silence for a time。 Finally； Egwene said to no one in particular； 〃I was only trying to make things better。〃
〃Better！〃 Verin muttered。 〃You must learn there is a time to speak all of the truth； and a time to govern your tongue。 The least of the lessons you must learn； but important； if you mean to live long enough to wear the shawl of a full sister。 Did it never occur to you that word of Falme might have e ahead of us？〃
〃Why should it have occurred to her？〃 Nynaeve asked。 〃No one we've met before this had heard more than rumors； if that； and we have outrun even rumor in the last month。〃
〃And all word has to e along the same roads we used？〃 Verin replied。 〃We have moved slowly。 Rumor takes wing along a hundred paths。 Always plan for the worst； child； that way； all your surprises will be pleasant ones。〃
〃What did he mean about my mother？〃 Elayne said suddenly。 〃He must have been lying。 She would never turn against Tar Valon。〃
〃The Queens of Andor have always been friends to Tar Valon； but all things change。〃 Verin's face was calm again； yet there was a tightness in her voice。 She turned in her saddle to look over them； the three young women； Hurin； Mat in the litter。 〃The world is strange； and all things change。〃 They capped the ridge； a village was in sight ahead of them now； yellow tile roofs clustered around the great bridge that led to Tar Valon。 〃Now you must truly be on your guard；〃 Verin told them。 〃Now the real danger begins。〃
Chapter 11
（Flame of Tar Valon）
Tar Valon
The small village of Dairein had lain beside the River Erinin almost as long as Tar Valon had occupied its island。 Dairein's small； red and brown brick houses and shops； its stone…paved streets； gave a feel of permanence； but the village had been burned in the Trolloc Wars； sacked when Artur Hawkwing's armies besieged Tar Valon； looted more than once during the War of the Hundred Years； and put to the torch again in the Aiel War； not quite twenty years before。 An unquiet history for a little village； but Dairein's place； at the foot of one of the bridges leading out to Tar Valon； ensured it would always be rebuilt； however many times it was destroyed。 So long as Tar Valon stood； at least。
At first it seemed to Egwene that Dairein was expecting war again。 A square of pikemen marched along the streets； ranks and files bristling like a carding b； followed by bowmen in flat； rimmed helmets； with filled quivers riding at their hips and bows slanted across their chests。 A squadron of armored horsemen； faces hidden behind the steel bars of their helmets； gave way to Verin and her party at a wave of their officer's gauntleted hand。 All wore the White Flame of Tar Valon； like a snowy teardrop； on their breasts。
Yet townspeople went about their business with apparent unconcern； the market throng dividing around the soldiers as if marching men were obstructions they were long used to。 A few men and women carrying trays of fruit kept pace with the soldiers； trying to interest them in wrinkled apples and pears pulled from winter cellars； but aside from those few； shopkeepers and hawkers alike paid the soldiers no mind。 Verin seemingly ignored them； too； as she led Egwene and the others through the village to the great bridge； arching over half a mile or more of water like lace woven from stone。
At the foot of the bridge more soldiers stood guard； a dozen pikemen and half that many archers； checking everyone who wanted to cross。 Their officer； a balding man with his helmet hanging on his sword hilt； looked harassed by the waiting line of people afoot and on horseback； people with carts drawn by oxen or horses or the owner。 The line was only a hundred paces long； but every time one was let onto the bridge； another joined the far end。 Just the same； the balding man seemed to be taking his time about mak