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But Moiraine had been successful. Through her, Rand had begun to overcome his aversion to Aes Sedai. Without Rands eventual acceptance for Moiraine, it was doubtful that Cadsuane would ever have made headway in becoming his counselor.
Well, Nynaeve wasnt about to act the same way for Rand alThor, no matter how many fancy titles he had. However, she did have something to learn from Moraines success. Perhaps Rand had listened to Moiraine because her subservience had flattered him, or maybe he had simply been tired of people pushing him around. Rand did have many people trying to control him. They must frustrate him, and they made Nynaeves own job a lot more difficult, since she was the one that he actually needed to listen to.
Did he, perhaps, see her simply as another of those irrelevant manipulators? She wouldnt put it past him.
She needed to show him that they were working for the same goals. She didnt want tell him what to do; she just wanted him to stop acting like a fool. And, beyond that, she just wanted him to be safe. Shed also like him to be a leader that people respected, not one that people feared. He seemed incapable of seeing that the path he was on was that of a tyrant.
Being a king really wasnt all that different from being mayor in the Two Rivers. The mayor needed to be respected and liked. The Wisdom and the Womens Circle could do the difficult tasks, such as punishing those who overstepped their bounds. The mayor, however, needed to be loved. That led to a civil and a safe town.
But how to show that to Rand? She couldnt force him; she needed to get him to listen to her in another way. A plan began to take root in her head. By the time she reached the mansion, she had an idea of what to do.
The gate to the mansion grounds was guarded by Saldaeans; the Aiel preferred to stay closer to Rand, watching the rooms and the hallways of the mansion itself. Haster Nalmat, the officer on duty, gave Nynaeve a bow as she approached; some people still knew how to treat Aes Sedai. The grounds beyond the gate were ornamental and cultivated. Nynaeves lantern cast strange shadows on the grass as its light shone through the trees trained and trimmed in the shapes of fanciful animals. The shadows moved in concert with her lantern, the phantom shapes lengthening and merging with the greater blackness of the night around her. Like rivers of shadow.
A larger group of Saldaean soldiers stood guard at the front of the mansion; far more than were necessary. Whenever men stood on guard, their friends tended to gather, no doubt to gossip. Nynaeve strode up to the group, causing several of them to stop leaning lazily against the mansions gallery of pillars.
"Who of you are not on duty right now?" she asked.
Sure enough, three of the nine soldiers raised their hands, looking somewhat sheepish.
"Excellent," Nynaeve said, handing her lantern to one of them. "You three, come with me. " She strode into the mansion, the three soldiers scrambling in behind.
It was late—the ghost procession appeared only at midnight—and the mansion slumbered. The intricate chandelier in the entryway had been extinguished, and the hallways were dark. Testing her memory, she picked a direction and walked down it. The whitewashed walls were as immaculate here as they were in other sections of the mansion, but they were unornamented. Her instinct proved correct as she soon entered a small pantry, where servants would prepare platters of food before taking them to the dining room. The hallway she had chosen led out to the mansion sitting rooms; another hallway at the back led to the kitchens. The room was furnished with a big sturdy wooden table and some tall stools. Those were occupied by a group of men playing a game of dice, wearing green and white linen shirts—the livery of Milisairs house— with thick work trousers.
They looked up with shock as Nynaeve strode into the room; one of the men actually leaped to his feet, his stool toppling to the floor behind him. He pulled off his hat—a lopsided brown thing that even Mat would have been embarrassed to wear—looking like a child caught poking his finger into the pie before dinner.
Nynaeve didnt care what they were doing; she had found some servants of the mansion, and that was all that mattered. "I must see the do-sun," she said, using the local term for the head housekeeper. "Fetch her for me. "
Her soldiers entered the room behind her. All three were Saldaeans, and if they were somewhat oafish, they walked with the swaggers of men who intimately understood fighting. She doubted that these simple servants needed any more intimidation than an Aes Sedai, but the soldiers would likely prove useful later.
"The dosun?" the worker with the hat finally said. "Are you sure you wouldnt rather see the steward or—"
"The dosun," Nynaeve said. "Bring her to me now. Give her time to throw on a robe, but no more. " She pointed at one of her soldiers. "You, go with him. Make sure he doesnt speak to anyone else or give the woman a chance to escape. "
"Escape?" the worker yelped. "Why would Loral want to do that? What did she do, my Lady?"
"Nothing, I hope. Go!"
The two men—one worker, one soldier—hurried off, and the other three workers remained at the table, looking uncomfortable. Nynaeve folded her arms beneath her breasts, considering her plan. Rand had determined that his hunt for the Domani king had hit a wall with the death of the messenger. Nynaeve wasnt so certain. There were others involved, and a few well-placed questions might be very illuminating.
It was unlikely the dosun had done anything wrong. But Nynaeve did not want the worker who fetched her letting his tongue wag to the people he might meet along the way; better to instill into him a sense of danger and use the soldier to keep him quiet. Not to mention punctual.
Her foresight proved effective. Within minutes, the worker hurried back into the room, towing a disheveled, elderly woman in a blue evening robe. Gray hair poked out from beneath her hastily wrapped red kerchief, and her aging Domani face was absolutely white with apprehension. Nynaeve felt guilty. How this woman must feel, awoken at night by a terrified servant claiming that one of the Aes Sedai wanted her immediately!
The Saldaean soldier followed, then stood guard beside the doorway. He was bowlegged and squat, and he wore one of those long Saldaean mustaches. The other two lounged beside the doorway Nynaeve had come through, their casual air only serving to make the room more tense. They had picked up on something of her intent, it seemed.
"Peace, goodwoman," Nynaeve said, nodding to the table. "You may sit. You others, go to the main entryway and stay there. Dont speak to anyone. "
The four workers needed no further prodding. Nynaeve told one of the soldiers to follow them and make certain they did as she said. The late hour was working to her advantage; with so many of the servants and Rands attendants asleep, she could investigate without alerting those who might be guilty.
The departure of the workers only made the dosun more nervous. Nynaeve sat at the table on one of the vacated stools. The men had left their dice behind in their haste, but had—of course—made sure to take their coins. The room was lit by a small lamp, burning with an open flame on the windowsill. The Saldaean had taken her lantern with him when following the workers.
"Your name is Loral, is it not?" Nynaeve asked.
The dosun nodded warily.
"You are aware that Aes Sedai do not lie?"
The housekeeper nodded again. Most Aes Sedai couldnt lie, though Nynaeve technically could, since she hadnt held the Oath Rod. That was part of what earned her a lesser status in the eyes of the others. Undeservedly so. The Oath Rod was only a formality; Two Rivers folk needed no terangreal to make them honest. "Then you will believe me when I tell you that I do not suspect you personally of having done anything wrong. I just need your help. "
The woman seemed to relax a bit. "What help do you need, Nynaeve Sedai?"
"It has been my experience that the head housekeeper knows more of a houses workings than the stewards, or even the owners of the property. Have you been employed here for long?"
"I have served the Chadmar family through three generations,"
the old woman said with no small measure of pride. "And had hoped to serve another, if Her Ladyship had—" The housekeeper cut off. Rand had imprisoned "Her Ladyship" in her own dungeons. That didnt bode well for there being another generation to serve.
"Yes, well," Nynaeve said, covering the uncomfortable silence. "The unfortunate circumstances involving your lady are part of my task this evening. "
"Nynaeve Sedai," the aged woman said, growing eager, "do you suppose you can see her to freedom? Restore her to the Lord Dragons good graces?"
"Perhaps. " Doubtful, Nynaeve added in her mind, but anything is possible. "My activities tonight may help. Did you ever see this messenger, the one your mistress imprisoned?"
"The one sent by the King?" Loral asked. "I never spoke with him, Aes Sedai, but I did see him. Tall, handsome fellow, curiously cleanshaven for a Domani man. I passed him in the hallway. Had one of the most beautiful faces I rightly think Ive ever seen on a man. "
"And then?" Nynaeve asked.
"Well, he went directly to speak with Lady Chadmar, and then. . . . " Loral trailed off. "Nynaeve Sedai, I dont mean to be getting my lady into any more trouble, and—"
"He was sent for questioning," Nynaeve said shortly. "I have little time for foolishness, Loral. I am not here looking for evidence against your mistress, and I dont really care what your loyalties are. There are much larger issues at stake. Answer my question. "
"Yes, Lady," Loral said, paling. "We all knew what had happened, of course. Didnt seem right, sending one of the Kings men to a questioner like that. Particularly that man. Shame to mar a face so beautiful, and all. "
"You know the location of the questioner and the dungeon?"
Loral hesitated, then nodded reluctantly. Good. She didnt intend to withhold information.
"Let us go, then, Nynaeve said, rising.
"My Lady?"
"To the dungeon," Nynaeve said. "I assume it isnt on the property anywhere, not if Milisair Chadmar was as careful as I think. "
"Its a modest distance away, in the Gulls Feast," Loral said. "You wish to go tonight^"
"Yes," Nynaeve said, then hesitated. "Unless I decide to visit the questioner at his home instead. "
"They are the same place, my Lady. "
"Excellent. Come. "
Loral didnt have much choice. Nynaeve allowed her—guarded by a soldier—to return to her rooms for a dress.
A short time later, Nynaeve and her soldiers marched the dosun— along with the four workers, to keep them from accidentally giving warning of what was happening—from the building. All five looked decidedly displeased. They probably believed the superstitious rumors that the night was not safe. Nynaeve knew better. The night might not be safe, but it wasnt any worse than other times. In fact, it might be safer. If there were fewer people about, there were fewer chances of someone nearby suddenly growing thorns out of their skin, bursting into flame or dying in some other horribly random way.
They left the mansion grounds, Nynaeve walking with a firm step, hoping to keep the others from feeling too nervous. She nodded to the soldiers at the gate, and went in the direction Loral indicated. Their feet thumped against the wood of the boardwalk, the clouded night sky glowing just faintly from moonlight above.
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