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nest silk; her bosom fine and well…rounded。 Her hips are …〃
       He cut her off frantically; his cheeks heating。 〃I know she's pretty。 What are you doing?〃
       〃I am describing her。〃 Aviendha frowned up him。 〃Have you seen her in her bath? There is no need for me to describe her if you have seen …〃
       〃I have not seen!〃 He wished he did not sound strangled。 Rhuarc and the others were listening; faces too blank for anything but amusement。 Mat rolled his eyes with an open; roguish grin。
       The woman only shrugged and rearranged her shawl。 〃She should have arranged it。 But I have seen her; and I will act as her near sister。〃 The emphasis seemed to say his 〃near sister〃 might have done the same; Aiel customs were strange; but this was mad! 〃Her hips …〃
       〃Stop that!〃
       She gave him a sideways glare。 〃She is the woman for you。 Elayne has laid her heart at your feet for a bridal wreath。 Do you think there was anyone in the Stone of Tear who does not know?〃
       〃I do not want to talk about Elayne;〃 he told her firmly。 Certainly not if she meant to go on as she had begun。 The thought made his face go hot again。 The woman did not seem to care what she said; or who heard!
       〃You do well to blush; putting her aside when she has bared her heart to you。〃 Aviendha's voice was hard and contemptuous。 〃Two letters she wrote; baring all as if she had stripped herself beneath your mother's roof; You entice her into corners for kisses; then reject her。 She meant every word of those letters; Rand al'Thor! Egwene told me so。 She meant every word。 What do you mean toward her; wetlander?〃
       Rand scrubbed a hand through his hair; and had to rearrange his shoufa。 Elayne meant every word? In both letters? That was flat impossible。 One contradicted the other nearly point for point! Suddenly he gave a start。 Egwene had told her? About Elayne's letters? Did women discuss these things among themselves? Did they plan out between them how best to confuse a man?
       He found himself missing Min。 Min had never made him look a fool。 Well; not more than once or twice。 And she had never insulted him。 Well; she had called him 〃sheepherder〃 a few times。 But he felt fortable around her; warm; in a strange way。 She never made him feel a plete idiot; like Elayne; and Aviendha。
       His silence seemed to irritate the Aiel woman more; if such was possible。 Muttering to herself; striding along as though she wanted to trample something; she adjusted and readjusted her shawl half a dozen times。 Finally her grumbling faded away。 Instead; she began staring at him。 Like a vulture。 He could not see how she did not trip and fall on her face。
       〃Why are you looking at me like that?〃 he demanded。
       〃I am listening; Rand al'Thor; since you wish me to be silent。〃 She smiled around gritted teeth。 〃Do you not enjoy having me listen to you?〃
       He glanced beyond her at Mat; who shook his head。 There was just no understanding women。 Rand tried to set himself to considering what lay ahead; but it was difficult with the woman's eyes on him。 Pretty eyes; if they had not been full of spite; but he did wish she would look at something else。
 
       Shading his eyes against the sun's glare; Mat did his best to avoid looking at Rand and the Aiel woman striding along between their horses。 He could not understand why Rand put up with her。 Aviendha was pretty enough; to be sure … more than just pretty; especially now she wore a semblance of proper clothes … but with a viper for a tongue and a temper to make Nynaeve look meek。 He was just glad Rand was stuck with her and not him。
       He pulled the kerchief from his head and wiped the sweat off of his face; then tied it back。 The heat and the eternal sun in his eyes were beginning to get to him。 Was there no such thing as shade in this whole land? Sweat stung his wounds。 He had refused Healing the night before; when Moiraine wakened him after he had finally gotten to sleep。 A few cuts were a small price to avoid having the Power used on you; and the Wise Ones' filthy…tasting tea had settled his headache。 Well; after a fashion; anyway。 What else ailed him; he did not think Moiraine could do anything about; and he had no intention of telling her until he understood it himself。 If then。 He didn't even want to think of it。
       Moiraine and the Wise Ones were watching him。 Watching Rand; actually; he supposed; but it felt the same。 Surprisingly; the sun…haired one; Melaine; had climbed up on Aldieb behind the Aes Sedai; riding awkwardly and holding Moiraine around the waist as they talked。 He had not known Aiel would ride at all。 A very pretty woman; Melaine; with those fiery green eyes。 Except; of course; that she could channel。 A man would have to be an utter fool to tangle himself with one of those。 Shifting in Pips's saddle; he reminded himself that it did not matter to him what Aiel did。
       I've been to Rhuidean。 I've done what those snake folk said I had to。 And what did he have to show for it? This bloody spear; a silver medallion; and。。。 I could go now。 If I have any sense; I will。
       He could go。 Try to find his own way out of the Waste before he died of thirst or sunstroke。 He could if Rand was not still pulling at him; holding him。 The easiest manner of finding out was just to try leaving。 Looking at the bleak landscape; he grimaced。 A wind picked up … it felt as if it blew across an overheated cookstove … and small whirlwinds spun funnels of yellow dust across the cracked ground。 Heat…haze made the distant mountains shimmer。 Maybe it was best to stay around a while longer。
       One of the Maidens who had been scouting ahead came trotting back and fell in beside Rhuarc; speaking for his ear alone。 She flashed Mat a grin when she was done; and he busied himself picking a sharp burr out of Pips's mane。 He remembered her all too well; a red…haired woman named Dorindha; about Egwene's age。 Dorindha was one of those who had talked him into trying Maidens' Kiss。 She had collected the first forfeit。 It was not that he did not want to meet her eyes; certainly not that he could not; keeping your horse free of burrs and the like was important。
       〃Peddlers;〃 Rhuarc announced when Dorindha sprinted off the way she had e。 〃Peddlers' wagons; heading in this direction。〃 He did not sound pleased。
       Mat brightened considerably; though。 A peddler might be just the thing。 If the fellow knew the way in; he knew the way out。 He wondered if Rand suspected what he was thinking; the man had gone as blank faced as any of the Aiel。
       The Aiel picked up their pace a little … Couladin's people imitated the Jindo and the Wise Ones' party with hardly a hesitation; their own scouts had probably brought word; too … a quick enough step that the horses had to maintain a brisk walk。 The sun did not bother the Aiel at all; not even the gai'shain in their white robes。 They flowed over the broken ground。
       Less than two miles brought the wagons in sight; a dozen and a half of them; strung out in a line。 All showed the wear of hard travel; with spare wheels lashed everywhere。 Despite a coat of yellow dust; the first two looked like white…painted boxes on wheels; or little houses; plete with wooden steps at the back and a metal stove…chimney sticking through the roof。 The last three; drawn by twenty…mule hitches; appeared no more than huge barrels; also white; doubtless full of water。 Those in between could have done for peddlers' wagons in the Two Rivers; with high stout…spoked wheels and clanking clusters of pots and things in big net bags tied all along the tall round canvas covers。
       The wagondrivers drew rein as soon as they spotted the Aiel; waiting for the columns to e to them。 A heavy man in a pale gray coat and dark; wide…brimmed hat climbed down from the back of the lead wagon and stood watching; now and then taking off his flat…crowned hat to wipe his forehead with a large white handkerchief。 If he was nervous; looking at maybe fifteen hundred Aiel sweeping toward him; Mat could not blame him。 The strange thing was the expressions on the Aiel nearest Mat。 Rhuarc; trotting ahead of Rand's horse; looked grim; and Heirn wore a face that could break rocks。
       〃I don't understand;〃 Mat said。 〃You look like you're going to kill somebody。〃 That would certainly put paid to his hopes。 〃I thought there were three kinds of people you Aiel let e out here in the Waste; peddlers; gleemen; and the Traveling People。〃
       〃Peddlers and gleemen are wele;〃 Heirn replied curtly。 If this was a wele; Mat did not want to see Aiel being unweling。
       〃What about the Traveling People?〃 he asked curiously。 When Heirn kept silent; he added; 〃Tinkers? The Tuatha'an?〃 The sept chief's face grew even harder before he turned his eyes back to the wagons。 Aviendha shot Mat a look as if he were a fool。
       Rand drew Jeade'en close to Pips。 〃I'd not mention Tinkers to the Aiel if I were you;〃 he said in a low voice。 〃They are a touchy subject。〃
       〃If you say so。〃 Why would Tinkers be a touchy subject? 〃Looks to me like they're being touchy enough about this peddler。 Peddler! I can remember merchants who came to Emond's Field with fewer wagons。〃
       〃He came into the Was

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