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you mean to stay long enough to learn this hilltop！〃 she snapped。 She hoped none of the women who had been in the circle tried the weave； holding saidar was the fastest way to learn a place。 She could have made it work here； and very likely so could they。 〃You aren't going to a moving ship from anywhere； I don't think it's even possible！〃 Merilille nodded； though that meant little； Aes Sedai believed a great many things to be true； and some of them actually were。 As well if the Sea Folk believed it proven； in any case。 Nynaeve； haggard and staring； was in no condition to do any leading at the moment； so Elayne went on。 She hoped she managed to do her mother's memory proud。 〃But most of all； you aren't going anywhere except with us； because our bargain isn't plete； the Bowl of the Winds is not yours until the weather is right。〃 Not precisely true unless you twisted the words of the bargain a little； and Renaile opened her mouth； but Elayne plowed on。 〃And because you made a bargain with Matrim Cauthon； my subject。 You go voluntarily where I want you to； or you go tied to a packsaddle。 Those were the choices you accepted。 So； get down this hill now； Renaile din Calon Blue Star； before the Seanchan sweep down on us with an army and a few hundred women who can channel and would like nothing better than to see us collared alongside them。 Now！ Run！〃
To her astonishment； they ran。
Chapter 6
（Insect…Like； Horned Helmet）
Threads
Elayne ran； too； of course； holding her skirts up； and quickly took the lead on the well…worn dirt path。 Only Aviendha stayed close； though she seemed to have no idea how to run in a dress； divided or not； tired as she was； she certainly would have passed Elayne otherwise。 Everyone else strung out behind them along the narrow； winding track。 None of the Atha'an Miere would push by Renaile； and despite her silk trousers she could not move very fast carrying the Bowl hugged to her chest。 Nynaeve had no such punctions； elbowing past and running hard； shouting for people to get out of her way when she stumbled into them whether they were Windfinders； Kinswomen； or Aes Sedai。
Bounding down the hillside； tripping and catching herself； Elayne wanted to laugh despite the urgency。 Despite the danger。 Lini and her mother had been death on running and climbing trees from the time she was twelve； but it was not just the sheer pleasure of running again that made delight bubble up in her middle。 She had behaved as a queen was supposed to behave； and it had worked exactly as it was supposed to！ She had taken charge； to lead people out of danger； and they followed！ Her whole life had been training for this。 It was satisfaction that made her laugh； and the hot glow of pride seemed about to burst through her skin like the radiance of saidar。
Rounding the last curve； she pounded down the final straight beside one of the tall white…plastered barns。 And her toe caught an almost buried stone。 She pitched forward heavily； windmilling her arms； and suddenly she was somersaulting head…over…heels through the air。 No time even to yell。 With a thump that jarred her teeth and took all the wind out of her； she landed hard at the foot at the path； sitting right in front of Birgitte。 For an instant she could not even think； and when she could； little satisfaction remained。 So much for queenly dignity。 Brushing her hair out of her face； she tried to catch her breath as she waited for Birgitte's cutting ment。 This was a chance for the other woman to play the older and wiser sister with a vengeance； and she seldom let an opportunity pass。
To Elayne's surprise； Birgitte heaved her to her feet even before Aviendha could reach her； and without so much as the faint grin on Aviendha's face。 All Elayne could feel from her Warder was a sense of。。。 focus； she thought an arrow nocked on a drawn bowstring might feel that way。 〃Do we run or fight？〃 Birgitte asked。 〃I recognized those Seanchan fliers from Falme； and truth for true； I suggest running。 My bow is the ordinary sort； today。〃 Aviendha gave her a slight frown； and Elayne sighed； Birgitte had to learn to guard her tongue if she really intended to hide who she was。
〃Of course we run；〃 Nynaeve panted； laboring down the final stretch of path。 〃Fight or run！ Fool question！ Do you think we're utter …？ Light！ What are they doing？〃 Her voice started climbing and kept right on。 〃Alise！ Alise； where are you？ Alise！ Alise！〃
With a start； Elayne realized the farm was boiling as badly as it had when Careane's face was recognized。 Maybe worse。 A hundred and forty…seven Kinswomen inhabited the place at present； Alise had reported； including fifty…four red…belted Wise Women sent out days ago and a number of others who had been passing through the city； now it looked as though every last one was running somewhere； and a good many of the other women； too。 Most of the Tarasin Palace servants in their green…and…white livery dashed this way and that carrying burdens。 Ducks and chickens darted through the tumult； flapping and squawking； adding to the apparent confusion。 Elayne even saw a Warder； Vandene's grizzled Jaem； trot by with his wiry arms wrapped around a big jute sack！
Alise appeared as though from the air； poised and collected despite the perspiration on her face。 Every strand of her hair was in place； and her dress looked as if she were merely out for a stroll。 〃There's no need to screech；〃 she said calmly； planting hands on hips。 〃Birgitte told me what those big birds are； and I thought we might be leaving sooner rather than later； especially with all of you galloping down the hill like the Dark One himself was after you。 I told everybody to collect one clean dress apiece； three changes of shift and stockings； soap； mending baskets； and all the coin they have。 That； and no more。 The last ten to finish will do the washing…up till we get where we're going； that will speed their feet。 I told those servants to gather all the food they could； too； just in case。 And your Warders。 Sensible fellows； most of them。 Surprisingly sensible； for men。 Does being a Warder do something to them？〃
Nynaeve stood there with her jaw hanging； ready to issue orders and none left to give。 Emotions played across her face too fast to catch。 〃Very good；〃 she mumbled finally。 And sourly。 Suddenly she brightened。 〃The women who aren't Kin。 Yes！ They have to be … 〃
〃Calm yourself；〃 Alise broke in； making a soothing gesture。 〃They are already gone； for the most part。 Mainly those with husbands or families they're worried about。 I couldn't have held those back had I wanted。 But a good thirty think those birds really are Shadowspawn； and want to stay as close to Aes Sedai as they can get。〃 A sharp sniff said what she thought of that。 〃Now； you just gather yourself。 Drink some cool water； not too fast。 Put a little on your face。 I have to keep an eye on things。〃 Casting her eye over the bustle； everybody running in bounds； Alise shook her head。 〃Some would slack off if Trollocs were ing over the hill； and most of the noblewomen never really do get used to our rules。 For sure； I'll need to remind two or three before we go。〃 With that； she waded serenely back into the turmoil of the farmyard and left Nynaeve gaping。
〃Well；〃 Elayne said； brushing her skirt； 〃you did say she was a very capable woman。〃
〃I never said that；〃 Nynaeve snapped。 〃I never said 'very。' Hmmph！ Where did my hat get to？ Thinks she knows everything。 I'll wager she doesn't know that！〃 She flounced off in a different direction than Alise。
Elayne stared after her。 Her hat？ She would have liked to know where her own hat had gone to … it was a beautiful thing … but really！ Maybe being in a circle working that much of the Power； using an angreal doing it； had unsettled Nynaeve's wits temporarily。 She still felt a trifle odd； herself； as though she could pluck little bits of saidar out of the air around her。 In any case； she had other matters to worry about right then。 Like being ready to get away before the Seanchan descended。 From what she had seen in Falme； they really might bring a hundred damane； or more； and based on the little Egwene would let hers