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ve fresh…opened that flashed through his head。 He was barely aware of odor or image at all； he strove to keep his mind empty； but the other man sharing the tower top with him kept intruding on the emptiness。 Ten paces across； the tower top was； encircled by a chest…high； crenellated wall。 Big enough and more not to feel crowded； except when shared with a Warder。
Young as he was； Rand was taller than most men； but Lan stood just as tall and more heavily muscled； if not quite so broad in the shoulders。 A narrow band of braided leather held the Warder's long hair back from his face； a face that seemed made from stony planes and angles； a face unlined as if to belie the tinge of gray at his temples。 Despite the heat and exertion； only a light coat of sweat glistened on his chest and arms。 Rand searched Lan's icy blue eyes； hunting for some hint of what the other man intended。 The Warder never seemed to blink； and the practice sword in his hands moved surely and smoothly as he flowed from one stance to another。
With a bundle of thin； loosely bound staves in place of a blade； the practice sword would make a loud clack when it struck anything； and leave a welt where it hit flesh。 Rand knew all too well。 Three thin red lines stung on his ribs； and another burned his shoulder。 It had taken all his efforts not to wear more decorations。 Lan bore not a mark。
As he had been taught； Rand formed a single flame in his mind and concentrated on it； tried to feed all emotion and passion into it； to form a void within himself； with even thought outside。 Emptiness came。 As was too often the case of late it was not a perfect emptiness； the flame still remained； or some sense of light sending ripples through the stillness。 But it was enough； barely。 The cool peace of the void crept over him； and he was one with the practice sword； with the smooth stones under his boots； even with Lan。 All was one； and he moved without thought in a rhythm that matched the Warder's step for step and move for move。
The wind rose again； bringing the ringing of bells from the town。 Somebody's still celebrating that spring has finally e。 The extraneous thought fluttered through the void on waves of light； disturbing the emptiness； and as if the Warder could read Rand's mind； the practice sword whirled in Lan's hands。
For a long minute the swift clack…clack…clack of bundled lathes meeting filled the tower top。 Rand made no effort to reach the other man； it was all he could do to keep the Warder's strikes from reaching him。 Turning Lan's blows at the last possible moment； he was forced back。 Lan's expression never changed； the practice sword seemed alive in his hands。 Abruptly the Warder's swinging slash changed in mid…motion to a thrust。 Caught by surprise； Rand stepped back； already wincing with the blow he knew he could not stop this time。
The wind howled across the tower。。。 and trapped him。 It was as if the air had suddenly jelled； holding him in a cocoon。 Pushing him forward。 Time and motion slowed； horrified； he watched Lan's practice sword drift toward his chest。 There was nothing slow or soft about the impact。 His ribs creaked as if he had been struck with a hammer。 He grunted； but the wind would not allow him to give way； it still carried him forward； instead。 The lathes of Lan's practice sword flexed and bent … ever so slowly； it seemed to Rand … then shattered； sharp points oozing toward his heart； jagged lathes piercing his skin。 Pain lanced through his body； his whole skin felt slashed。 He burned as though the sun had flared to crisp him like bacon in a pan。
With a shout； he threw himself stumbling back； falling against the stone wall。 Hand trembling； he touched the gashes on his chest and raised bloody fingers before his gray eyes in disbelief。
〃And what was that fool move； sheepherder？〃 Lan grated。 〃You know better by now； or should unless you have forgotten everything I've tried to teach you。 How badly are you … ？〃 He cut off as Rand looked up at him。
〃The wind。〃 Rand's mouth was dry。 〃It … it pushed me！ It。。。 It was solid as a wall！〃
The Warder stared at him in silence； then offered a hand。 Rand took it and let himself be pulled to his feet。
〃Strange things can happen this close to the Blight；〃 Lan said finally； but for all the flatness of the words he sounded troubled。 That in itself was strange。 Warders； those half…legendary warriors who served the Aes Sedai； seldom showed emotion； and Lan showed little even for a Warder。 He tossed the shattered lathe sword aside and leaned against the wall where their real swords lay； out of the way of their practice。
〃Not like that；〃 Rand protested。 He joined the other man； squatting with his back against the stone。 That way the top of the wall was higher than his head； protection of a kind from the wind。 If it was a wind。 No wind had ever felt。。。 solid。。。 like that。 〃Peace！ Maybe not even in the Blight。〃
〃For someone like you。。。〃 Lan shrugged as if that explained everything。 〃How long before you leave； sheepherder？ A month since you said you were going； and I thought you'd be three weeks gone by now。〃
Rand stared up at him in surprise。 He's acting like nothing happened！ Frowning； he set down the practice sword and lifted his real sword to his knees； fingers running along the long； leather…wrapped hilt inset with a bronze heron。 Another bronze heron stood on the scabbard； and yet another was scribed on the sheathed blade。 It was still a little strange to him that he had a sword。 Any sword； much less one with a blademaster's mark。 He was a farmer from the Two Rivers； so far away； now。 Maybe far away forever； now。 He was a shepherd like his father …I
was a shepherd。 What am I now？ … and his father had given him a heron…marked sword。 Tam is my father； no matter what anybody says。 He wished his own thoughts did not sound as if he was trying to convince himself。
Again Lan seemed to read his mind。 〃In the Borderlands； sheepherder； if a man has the raising of a child； that child is his； and none can say different。〃
Scowling； Rand ignored the Warder's words。 It was no one's business but his own。 〃I want to learn how to use this。 I need to。〃 It had caused him problems； carrying a heron…marked sword。 Not everybody knew what it meant； or even noticed it； but even so a heron…mark blade； especially in the hands of a youth barely old enough to be called a man； still attracted the wrong sort of attention。 〃I've been able to bluff sometimes； when I could not run； and I've been lucky； besides。 But what happens when I can't run； and I can't bluff； and my luck runs out？〃
〃You could sell it；〃 Lan said carefully。 〃That blade is rare even among heron…mark swords。 It would fetch a pretty price。〃
〃No！〃 It was an idea he had thought of more than once； but he rejected it now for the same reason he always had； and more fiercely for ing from someone else。 As long as I keep it； I have the right to call Tam father。 He gave it to me； and it gives me the right。 〃I thought any heron…mark blade was rare。〃
Lan gave him a sidelong look。 〃Tam didn't tell you； then？ He must know。 Perhaps he didn't believe。 Many do not。〃 He snatched up his own sword； almost the twin of Rand's except for the lack of herons； and whipped off the scabbard。 The blade； slightly curved and single…edged； glittered silvery in the sunlight。
It was the sword of the kings of Malkier。 Lan did not speak of it… he did not even like others to speak of it … but al'Lan Mandragoran was Lord of the Seven Towers； Lord of the Lakes； and uncrowned King of Malkier。 The Seven Towers were broken now； and the Thousand Lakes the lair of unclean things。 Malkier lay swallowed by the Great Blight； and of all the Malkieri lords； only one still lived。
Some said Lan had bee a Warder； bonding himself to an Aes Sedai； so he could seek death in the Blight and join the rest of his blood。 Rand had indeed seen Lan put himself in harm's way seemingly without regard for his own safety； but far beyond his own life and safety he held those of Moiraine； the Aes Sedai who held his bond。 Rand did not think Lan would truly seek death while Moiraine lived。