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"And why," Cadsuane said, "is it that you think you know more than a respected scholar of the prophecies?"
"Because," Min said, bristling, "the theory doesnt make sense. Rand only really holds one crown. There might have been a good argument here if he hadnt given away Tear to Darlin. But the theory doesnt hold any longer. I think the passage refers to some way he has to use Callandor. "
"I see," Cadsuane said, turning yet another page in her own book. "That is a very unconventional interpretation. " Beldeine smiled thinly, turning back to her embroidery. "Of course," Cadsuane added, "you are quite right. "
Min looked up.
"It was that very passage that led me to investigate Callandor" Cadsuane continued. "Through a great deal of searching I discovered that the sword could only be used properly in a circle of three. That is likely the ultimate meaning of the passage. "
"But that would imply that Rand had to use Callandor in a circle sometime," Min said, looking at the passage again. Hed never done so, as far as she knew.
"It would," Cadsuane said.
Min felt a sudden thrill. A hint, perhaps. Something that Rand didnt know, that might help him! Except . . . Cadsuane had already known it. So Min hadnt discovered anything of real import after all.
"I should think," Cadsuane said, "that an acknowledgment is due. Bad manners are not to be tolerated, after all. "
Beldeine looked up from her needlework, face dark. Then, unexpectedly, she stood and left the room. Her Warder, the youthful Ashaman Soldier Karldin, followed quickly from the side chamber, crossing the room with the Aes Sedai and following Beldeine out into the hallway outside. Cadsuane gave a sniff, then turned back to her book.
The door closed, and Nynaeve eyed Min before returning to her pacing. Min could read a lot in that glance. Nynaeve was annoyed that nobody else seemed nervous. She was frustrated that they hadnt found some way to listen in on Rand and Tarns conversation. And she was obviously terrified for Lan. Min understood. She felt similarly about Rand.
And . . . what was that vision that was suddenly hovering above Nynaeves head? She was kneeling over someones corpse in a posture of grief. The viewing was gone a moment later.
Min shook her head. That hadnt been a viewing she could interpret, so she let it pass. She couldnt waste her time trying to unravel all of those. For instance, the black knife that spun around Beldeines head recently could mean anything.
She focused on the book. So . . . Rand was to use Callandor as part of a circle, then? The three becoming one? But for what reason and with whom? If he was to fight the Dark One, then it didnt make sense for him to be in a circle with someone else in control, did it?
"Cadsuane," she said. "This is still wrong. Theres more here. Something we havent discovered. "
"About Callandor}" the woman asked.
Min nodded.
"I suspect so as well," Cadsuane replied. How odd to hear her being frank! "But I havent been able to determine what. If only that fool boy would revoke my exile, we could get on with more important—"
The door to Cadsuanes room slammed open, causing Merise to jump in shock. Nynaeve hopped back from the door—it had nearly hit her.
Standing in the doorway was a very angry Tarn alThor. He glared at Cadsuane. "What have you done to him?" he demanded.
Cadsuane lowered her book. "I have done nothing to the boy, other than to encourage him toward civility. Something, it seems, other members of the family could learn as well. "
"Watch your tongue, Aes Sedai," Tarn snarled. "Have you seen him? The entire room seemed to grow darker when he entered. And that face— Ive seen more emotion in the eyes of a corpse! What has happened to my son?"
"I take it," Cadsuane said, "that the reunion did not go as hoped?"
Tam took a deep breath, and the anger seemed to suddenly flow out of him. He was still firm, his eyes displeased, but the rage was gone. Min had seen Rand take control of himself that quickly, before things had started to go wrong in Bandar Eban.
"He tried to kill me," Tam said in a level voice. "My own son. Once he was as gentle and faithful a lad as a father could hope for. Tonight, he channeled the One Power and turned it against me. "
Min raised her hand to her mouth, feeling a panicked terror. The words brought back memories of Rand looming over her, trying to kill her.
But that hadnt been him! It had been Semirhage. Hadnt it? Oh, Rand, she thought, understanding the pain shed felt through the bond. What have you done?
"Interesting," Cadsuane said, her voice cold. "And did you speak the words I prepared for you?"
"I began to," Tam said, "but I realized that it wasnt working. He wouldnt open up to me, and well he shouldnt. A man using an Aes Sedai script with his own son! I dont know what you did to him, woman, but I recognize hatred when I see it. You have a lot to explain to—"
Tam cut off as he was suddenly lifted into the air by unseen hands. "You recall, perhaps, what I said about civility, boy?" Cadsuane asked.
"Cadsuane!" Nynaeve said. "You dont need to—"
"Its all right, Wisdom," Tam said. He looked at Cadsuane. Min had seen her treat others like this, including Rand. He had always grown frustrated, and others she did it to were prone to bellowing.
Tam stared her in the eyes. "Ive known men who, when challenged, always turn to their fists for answers. Ive never liked Aes Sedai; I was happy to be rid of them when I returned to my farm. A bully is a bully, whether she uses the strength of her arm or other means. "
Cadsuane snorted, but the words had irked her, for she set Tam down.
"Now," Nynaeve said, as if shed been the one to defuse the exchange, "perhaps we can get back to what is important. Tam alThor, Id have expected you of all people to handle this better. Didnt we warn you that Rand had grown unstable?"
"Unstable?" Tam asked. "Nynaeve, that boy is right near insane. What has happened to him? I understand what battle can do to a man, but. . . . "
"This is irrelevant," Cadsuane said. "You realize, child, that might have been our last opportunity to save your son?"
"If youd explained to me how he regarded you," Tam said, "it might have gone differently. Burn me! This is what I get for listening to Aes Sedai. "
"This is what you get for being wool-headed and ignoring what you are told!" Nynaeve interjected.
"This is what we all get," Min said, "for assuming we can make him do what we want. "
The room fell still.
And suddenly Min realized that through their bond, she could feel Rand. Distant, to the west. "Hes gone," she whispered.
"Yes," Tam said, sighing. "He opened one of those gateways right on the balcony. Left me alive, though I could have sworn—looking in his eyes—that he meant to kill me. Ive seen that look in the eyes of men before, and one of the two of us always ended up bleeding on the floor. "
"What happened, then?" Nynaeve asked.
"He . . . seemed to be distracted by something, suddenly," Tam said. "He took that little statue and dashed through the gateway. "
Cadsuane raised an eyebrow. "And did you see, by chance, where that gateway took him?"
West, Min thought. Far to the west.
"Im not certain," Tam admitted. "It was dark, though I thought. . . . "
"What?" Nynaeve prodded.
"Ebou Dar," Min said, surprising them all. "Hes gone to destroy the Seanchan. Just as he told the Maidens he would. "
"I dont know about that last part," Tam said. "But it did look like Ebou Dar. "
"Light preserve us," Corele whispered.
CHAPTER 49
Just Another Man
Rand walked, stump shoved in the pocket of his coat, head down, carrying the access key securely wrapped in white linen and looped to his belt at his side. Nobody paid attention to him. He was just another man walking the streets of Ebou Dar. Nothing special, despite
the fact that he was taller than most. He had reddish gold hair, maybe suggesting some Aiel blood. But a lot of strange people had fled to the city recently to seek Seanchan protection. What was one more?
As long as a person wasnt able to channel, he or she could find stability here. Safety.
That bothered him. They were his enemies. They were conquerors. He felt their lands shouldnt be peaceful. They should be terrible, full of suffering because of the tyrannical rule. But it wasnt like that at all.
Not unless you could channel. What the Seanchan did with this group of people was horrifying. Not all was well beneath this happy surface. And yet, it was shocking to realize how well they treated others.
Tinkers camped outside the city in large groups. Their wagons had not moved for weeks, and it seemed they were forming villages. As Rand had moved among them, hed heard some of them speak of settling down. Others had objected to this, of course. They were the Tinkers, the Traveling People. How would they find the Song if they did not search for it? It was as much a part of them as the Way of the Leaf.
Last night, Rand had listened to them at one of the campfires. Theyd welcomed him in, fed him, never asking who he was. Hed kept the dragon on his hand hidden and the access key carefully tucked in his coat pocket, looking at that fire burning down to coals.
He hadnt ever been to Ebou Dar itself; hed only visited the hills to the north, where hed fought the Seanchan while wielding Callandor. That had been a place of failure. Now he had returned to Altara. But for what?
In the morning, when the gates to the city had opened, he made his way inside with the others who had arrived at night. The Tinkers had taken them all in; apparently, they were receiving a ration of food from the Seanchan to house after-hour travelers. That was only one of their many occupations. They mended pots, sewed uniforms and did other odd jobs. For this, they received the protection of rulers for the first time in their long history.
Hed spent long enough with the Aiel to pick up some of their disdain for the Tinkers. Yet that disdain warred with his knowledge that the Tuathaan—in many ways—followed more true, traditional Aiel ways. Rand could remember what it was like to live as they had. In the visions of Rhuidean, he had followed the Way of the Leaf. Hed also seen the Age of Legends. Hed lived those lives, the lives of others, for a few brief moments.
He walked along the packed streets of the muggy city, still in something of a daze. Last night, he had traded his fine black coat to a Tinker for a common brown cloak, ragged on the bottom and stitched in places. Not a Tinker cloak, just one that a Tinker had sewn up for a man who had never returned to claim it. It made him stand out less, even if it did require him to carry the access key looped to his belt, rather than his deep pocket. The Tinker also gave him a walking staff, which Rand used as he walked, slouching slightly. Height might make him memorable. He wanted to be invisible to these people.
He had nearly killed his father. He hadnt been forced to by Semi-rhage, or by Lews Therins influence. No excuses. No argument. He, Rand alThor, had tried to kill his own father. Hed drawn in the Power, made the weaves and nearly released them.
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