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Mat's grin broadened。 〃It was last spring； just before the cutworm got into his fields and nobody else's。 Right before everybody in his house came down with yellow eye fever。 I heard him do it。 He still says he doesn't believe； but whenever I ask him to name the Dark One now； he throws something at me。〃
〃You are just stupid enough to do that； aren't you； Matrim Cauthon？〃 Nynaeve al'Meara stepped into their huddle； the dark braid pulled over her shoulder almost bristling with anger。 Rand scrambled to his feet。 Slender and barely taller than Mat's shoulder； at the moment the Wisdom seemed taller than any of them； and it did not matter that she was young and pretty。
〃I suspected something of the sort about Bili Congar at the time； but I thought you at least had more sense than to try taunting him into such a thing。 You may be old enough to be married； Matrim Cauthon； but in truth you shouldn't be off your mother's apron strings。 The next thing； you'll be naming the Dark One yourself。〃
〃No； Wisdom；〃 Mat protested； looking as if he would rather be any where else than there。 〃It was old Bil … I mean； Master Congar； not me！ Blood and ashes； I …〃
〃Watch your tongue； Matrim！〃
Rand stood up straighter； though her glare was not directed at him。 Perrin looked equally abashed。 Later one or another of them would almost certainly plain about being scolded by a woman not all that much older than themselves … someone always did after one of Nynaeve's scoldings； if never in her hearing … but the gap in ages always seemed more than wide enough when face to face with her。 Especially if she was angry。 The stick in her hand was thick at one end and a slender switch at the other； and she was liable to give a flail to anybody she thought was acting the fool … head or hands or legs … no matter their age or position。
The Wisdom so held his attention that at first Rand failed to see she was not alone。 When he realized his mistake； he began to think about leaving no matter what Nynaeve would say or do later。
Egwene stood a few paces behind the Wisdom； watching intently。 Of a height with Nynaeve； and with the same dark coloring； she could at that moment have been a reflection of Nynaeve's mood； arms crossed beneath her breasts； mouth tight with disapproval。 The hood of her soft gray cloak shaded her face； and her big brown eyes held no laughter now。
If there was any fairness； he thought that being two years older than her should give him some advantage； but that was not the way of it。 At the best of times he was never very nimble with his tongue when talking to any of the village girls； not like Perrin； but whenever Egwene gave him that intent look； with her eyes as wide as they would go； as if every last ounce of her attention was on him； he just could not seem to make the words go where he wanted。 Perhaps he could get away as soon as Nynaeve finished。 But he knew he would not； even if he did not understand why。
〃If you are done staring like a moonstruck lamb； Rand al'Thor；〃 Nynaeve said； 〃perhaps you can tell me why you were talking about something even you three great bull calves ought to have sense enough to keep out of your mouths。〃
Rand gave a start and pulled his eyes away from Egwene； she had grown a disconcerting smile when the Wisdom began speaking。 Nynaeve's voice was tart； but she had the beginnings of a knowing smile on her face； too until Mat laughed aloud。 The Wisdom's smile vanished； and the look she gave Mat cut his laughter off in a strangled croak。
〃Well； Rand？〃 Nynaeve said。
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Egwene still smiling。 What does she think is so funny？ 〃It was natural enough to talk of it； Wisdom；〃 he said hurriedly。 〃The peddler…Padan Fain 。。。 ah 。。。 Master Fain…brought news of a false Dragon in Ghealdan； and a war； and Aes Sedai。 The Council thought it was important enough to talk to him。 What else would we be talking about？〃
Nynaeve shook her head。 〃So that's why the peddler's wagon stands abandoned。 I heard people rushing to meet it； but I couldn't leave Mistress Ayellin till her fever broke。 The Council is questioning the peddler about what's happening in Ghealdan； are they？ If I know them； they're asking all the wrong questions and none of the right ones。 It will take the Women's Circle to find out anything useful。〃 Settling her cloak firmly on her shoulders she disappeared into the inn。
Egwene did not follow the Wisdom。 As the inn door closed behind Nynaeve； the younger woman came to stand in front of Rand。 The frowns were gone from her face； but her unblinking stare made him uneasy。 He looked to his friends； but they moved away； grinning broadly as they abandoned him。
〃You shouldn't let Mat get you mixed up in his foolishness； Rand；〃 Egwene said； as solemn as a Wisdom herself； then abruptly she giggled。 〃I haven't seen you look like that since Cenn Buie caught you and Mat up in his apple trees when you were ten。〃
He shifted his feet and glanced at his friends。 They stood not far away； Mat gesturing excitedly as he talked。
〃Will you dance with me tomorrow？〃 That was not what he had meant to say。 He did want to dance with her； but at the same time he wanted nothing so little as the unfortable way he was sure to feel while he was with her。 The way he felt right then。
The corners of her mouth quirked up in a small smile。 〃In the afternoon；〃 she said。 〃I will be busy in the morning。〃
From the others came Perrin's exclamation。 〃A gleeman！〃
Egwene turned toward them； but Rand put a hand on her arm。 〃Busy？ How？〃
Despite the chill she pushed back the hood of her cloak and with apparent casualness pulled her hair forward over her shoulder。 The last time he had seen her； her hair had hung in dark waves below her shoulders； with only a red ribbon keeping it back from her face； now it was worked into a long braid。
He stared at that braid as if it were a viper； then stole a glance at the Spring Pole； standing alone on the Green now； ready for tomorrow。 In the morning unmarried women of marriageable age would dance the Pole。 He swallowed hard。 Somehow； it had never occurred to him that she would reach marriageable age at the same time that he did。
〃Just because someone is old enough to marry；〃 he muttered； 〃doesn't mean they should。 Not right away。〃
〃Of course not。 Or ever； for that matter。
Rand blinked。 〃Ever？〃
〃A Wisdom almost never marries。 Nynaeve has been teaching me； you know。 She says I have a talent； that I can learn to listen to the wind。 Nynaeve says not all Wisdoms can； even if they say they do。〃
〃Wisdom！〃 he hooted。 He failed to notice the dangerous glint in her eye。 〃Nynaeve will be Wisdom here for another fifty years at least。 Probably more。 Are you going to spend the rest of your life as her apprentice？〃
〃There are other villages；〃 she replied heatedly。 〃Nynaeve says the villages north of the Taren always choose a Wisdom from away。 They think it stops her from having favorites among the village folk。〃
His amusement melted as fast as it had e。 〃Outside the Two Rivers？ I'd never see you