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the pair at all。 Birgitte grinned and cut her eyes toward Lan； who shrugged back at her with obvious forbearance。
Elayne and Nynaeve gave over。 Unhurriedly； and unnecessarily； straightening their skirts； they each took one of Aviendha's arms before setting off again without so much as a glance to see that the Warders followed。 Not that Elayne needed to； with the Warder bond。 Or Nynaeve； if not for the same reason； Aan'allein's bond might belong to another； but his heart hung alongside his ring on that chain around her neck。 They made a great show of strolling casually； unwilling to let Birgitte and Lan think they had been brought to hurry； yet the truth was； they did walk faster than before。
As if to make up for that； they chatted with deliberate idleness； choosing the most frivolous subjects。 Elayne regretted not having a chance to truly see the Festival of Birds； two days before； and never gave a blush for the scant garments many people had worn。 Nynaeve did not blush either； but she quickly began talking about the Feast of Embers； to be held that night。 Some of the servants claimed there would be fireworks； supposedly made by a refugee Illuminator。 Several traveling shows had e to the city with their strange animals and acrobats； which interested both Elayne and Nynaeve； since they had spent some time with such a show。 They talked of seamstresses； and the varieties of lace available in Ebou Dar； and the different qualities of silk and linen that could be bought； and Aviendha found herself responding with pleasure to ments on how well her gray silk riding dress looked on her； and the other garments given to her by Tylin Quintara； fine woolens and silks； and the stockings and shifts to go with them； and jewelry。 Elayne and Nynaeve also had received extravagant gifts。 All together their presents filled a number of chests and bundles that had been carried down to the stables by servants； along with their saddlebags。
〃Why are you scowling； Aviendha？〃 Elayne asked； giving her a pat on the arm and a smile。 〃Don't worry。 You know the weave； you will do just fine。〃
Nynaeve leaned her head close and whispered； 〃I'll fix you a tea when I have a chance。 I know several that will soothe your stomach。 Or any woman's troubles。〃 She patted Aviendha's arm； too。
They did not understand。 No forting words or teas would cure what ailed her。 She was enjoying talk of lace and embroidery！ She did not know whether to growl in disgust or wail in despair。 She was growing soft。 Never before in her life had she looked at a woman's dress except to think where it might be hiding a weapon； never to notice the color and cut； or think how it would look on her。 It was past time to be away from this city； away from wetlander palaces。 Soon she would start simpering。 She had not seen Elayne or Nynaeve do that； but everyone knew wetlander women simpered； and it was obvious she had bee as weak as any milk…water wetlander。 Strolling arm…in…arm； chatting about lace！ How was she to reach her belt knife if someone attacked them？ A knife might be useless against the likeliest assailants； but she had had faith in steel long before she knew she could channel。 Should anyone try to harm Elayne or Nynaeve … especially Elayne； but she had promised Mat Cauthon to protect them both surely as Birgitte and Aan'allein had … should anyone try； she would plant steel in their hearts。 Lace！ As they walked； she wept at how soft she had bee。
Huge； paired stable doors fronted three sides of the palace's largest stableyard； the doorways crowded by servants in green…and…white livery。 Behind them in the white stone stables waited horses； saddled or loaded with wicker panniers。 Seabirds wheeled and cried overhead； an unpleasant reminder of how much water lay nearby。 Heat shimmered up from pale paving stones； but it was tension that thickened the air。 Aviendha had seen blood spilled where there was less strain。
Renaile din Calon； in red and yellow silks； arms crossed arrogantly beneath her breasts； stood before nineteen more barefoot women with tattooed hands and brightly colored blouses； most in trousers and long sashes just as brilliant。 Sweat glistening on dark faces did not lessen their grave dignity。 Some sniffed at lacy gold boxes； filled with heavy scent； that hung about their necks。 Five fat gold rings pierced each of Renaile din Calon's ears； a chain from one dripping medallions as it ran across her left cheek to a ring in her nose。 The three women close behind her each wore eight earrings and slightly fewer bits of dangling gold。 That was how the Sea Folk marked rank among themselves； with the women at least。 All deferred to Renaile din Calon； Windfinder to the Mistress of the Ships to the Atha'an Miere； but even the two apprentices at the rear； in dark trousers and linen blouses instead of silk； added their own golden shimmers to the air。 When Aviendha and the others appeared； Renaile din Calon ostentatiously looked to the sun； past its noon peak。 Her eyebrows climbed as she directed her gaze back to them； eyes black as her white…winged hair； a demanding stare of impatience so loud she might as well have shouted。
Elayne and Nynaeve stopped short； dragging Aviendha to an abrupt halt。 They exchanged worried glances past her； and deep sighs。 She did not see how they were to escape。 Obligation bound her near…sister and Nynaeve hand and foot； and they themselves had tied the knots tight。
〃I'll see to the Knitting Circle；〃 Nynaeve muttered under her breath； and Elayne said； a little more stoutly； 〃I'll make sure the sisters are ready。〃
Releasing her arms； they went in opposite directions； holding their skirts up to step quickly and followed by Birgitte and Lan。 That left her facing Renaile din Calon's gaze alone； the eagle stare of a woman who knew she held the high ground and could not be dislodged。 Fortunately； the Windfinder to the Mistress of the Ships quickly turned to her panions； so quickly that the ends of her long yellow sash swung wide。 The other Windfinders gathered around her； intent on her quiet words。 Hitting her even once would surely ruin everything。 Aviendha tried not to glare at them； but as much she attempted to look elsewhere； her eyes returned。 No one had the right to catch her near…sister in a cleft stick。 Nose rings！ A good grip on that chain； and Renaile din Calon Blue Star would wear a very different expression。
Clustered together at one end of the stableyard； tiny Merilille Ceandevin and four more Aes Sedai also regarded the Windfinders； most with annoyance ill…concealed behind cool serenity。 Even slender white…haired Vandene Namelle and her mirror…image first…sister Adeleas； who usually looked the most imperturbable of them all。 Now and then one or another adjusted a thin linen dust…cloak or brushed at divided silk skirts。 Sudden gusts did raise a little dust and stir the color…shifting cloaks of the five Warders just at their backs； yet clearly annoyance moved their hands。 Only Sareitha； standing guard over a large white disc…shaped bundle； did not twitch； but she frowned。 Merilille's。。。 maid。。。 Pol； scowled from behind them。 The Aes Sedai heatedly disapproved of the bargain that had brought the Atha'an Miere from their ships and given them a right to stare at Aes Sedai with demanding impatience； but that bargain tied the sisters' tongues and choked them on their own irritation。 Which they tried to hide； they might have succeeded with the wetlanders。 The third group of women； in a tight knot at the opposite end of the yard； earned almost as much of their study。
Reanne Corly and the other ten survivors of the Kin's Knitting Circle stirred uneasily under that disapproving scrutiny； dabbing their sweaty faces with embroidered handkerchiefs； adjusting their broad； colorful straw hats； smoothing sober woolen skirts sewn up on one side to expose layers of petticoats as bright as the Sea Folk's garb。 In part it was the stares of the Aes Sedai that had them shifting from foot to foot； fear of the Forsaken and the gholam added to it； and so did other things。 The narrow； plunging necklines of those dresses should have been enough。 Most of these women showed at least a few lines on t