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"I’e flared in the smell of her like thorns "I am certain you have oes, husband," she said calmly Her tilted eyes were pure serenity, her scent sand burrs "Best you see to her now" Pulling S around, Faile walked the htfaced Wise Ones, but she did not dismount or speak to the fro at his nose and pulled his hand down There was no blood, of course; his nose only felt as if there should be

Berelain needed no lastminute instructions -- the First of Mayene and her Gray advisor were all impatience to be off, all certainty they knehat to say and do -- yet Perrin stressed caution anyway, and emphasized that Berelain and only Berelain was to speak with Alliandre Annoura gave hiht have been agreeet more out of her with a prybar Berelain’s lips curled in a he said Or said she did He suspected she would say anything to get what she wanted, and those s places bothered hilass away, but he was still playing with his reins, no doubt calculating how to carve a way out of Bethal for the torowl

He watched thee Berelain carried was simple Rand understood Alliandre’s caution, but if she wanted his protection sheto announce support for him openly That protection would come, soldiers and Asha’man to make it plain to everyone, and even Rand hireed to e the ht be another way of flirting -- but Annoura Aes Sedai did what they did, and the Light alone knehy half the time He wished he knew so talk Or risking Faile

The three riders reached the gates with Annoura in the lead, and guards quickly raised pikes, lowered bows and crossbows, no doubt as soon as she named herself Aes Sedai Not e that particular clai the way into the town In fact, the soldiers seeht of anyone watching frohts, and Perrin did not need to sht be hidden up there, whonorth, toward their cae until they were out of sight from Bethal’s towers, then slanted down to the hardpacked road Scattered far narrow barns, withered pastures and stubbled fields and highwalled stone goatpens, but there was little livestock to be seen and fewer people Those featched the riders warily, geese watching foxes, stopping chores where they stood until the horses passed on Ara the sword hilt rising above his shoulder, perhaps wishing to find reenstriped coat, little Tinker remained in hily out for a stroll yet keeping pace easily despite their bulky skirts Seonid heeled the, Furen and Teryl at her own back The palecheeked Green pretended that she simply wanted to ride a careful two paces behind the Wise Ones, but the reater care for their Aes Sedai’s dignity than the sister did herself, and Aes Sedai had enough for queens

Faile kept S on the far side of the Aiel wohtscarred landscape Sliraceful, she made Perrin feel a little clumsy at the best of times She was quicksilver, and he loved it in her, usually, but A slight breath of air had begun to stir, enough to keep her scentabout Alliandre and what her ansould be, or better still, the Prophet and how to find him once Alliandre replied, however she did, but he could not find room in his head

He had expected Faile to be angry when he chose Berelain, for all that Rand supposedly had sent her for the purpose Faile knew he did not want to send her into danger, into any risk of danger, a fact she disliked more than she did Berelain Yet her scent had been soft as a suies usually stoked her anger if she already was angry -- except when they ry! Without Berelain, everything ran smooth as silk satin between the to encourage the woman -- far from it! -- earned only a curt "Of course you don’t!" in tones that called hiry -- with him! -- every time Berelain smiled at him or found an excuse to touch hiht knew he did that Short of tying her up, he did not knohat er atte received a light "Why do you think you’ve done anything?" or a notsolight "What do you think you’ve done?" or a flat "I do not want to talk about it" He was doing so, but he could not puzzle out what! He had to, though Nothing was !

"Lord Perrin?"

Aram’s excited voice cut into his brown study "Don’t callthe direction of the er, to yet another abandoned farm some distance ahead, where fire had taken the roof froh stone walls stood An abandoned farry shouts rose up there

A dozen orspears and pitchforks were trying to force their way over the chesthigh stone wall of a goatpen, while a handful of men within tried to keep thehtened at the noise and dodging about, and there were three wo to see hoould all turn out, though; one of the wo rocks, and even as he looked, another dashed close to the wall to lash out with a long cudgel while the third reared her horse, and a tall fellow toppled back off the wall to get clear of flashing hooves But there were too many attackers