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s did it； it did not work for him； otherwise。 It was not the plex weaves that Flinn used。 Few could manage that； and none as well as Flinn； so far。 This was simpler。 Rougher。 Waves of heat rushed through Rand； strong enough to make him grunt and send sweat gushing from every pore。 He quivered violently from head to foot。 A roast in the oven must have felt that way。
The sudden flood of heat ebbed slowly； and Rand lay panting。 In his head； Lews Therin panted； too。 Kill him！ Kill him！ Over and over。
Muting the voice to a faint buzz； Rand thanked Morr … the young man blinked as if surprised！ … then grabbed the Dragon Scepter from the ground and forced himself to his feet。 Erect； he swayed slightly。 Bashere started to offer an arm； then backed away at a gesture。 Rand could stand unaided。 Barely。 He could as soon have flown by waving his arms as channeled； though。 When he touched his side； his shirt slipped on blood； yet the old round scar and the newer slash across it merely felt tender。 Half…healed only； but they had never been better than that since he got them。
For a moment； he studied the two women。 Anaiyella murmured something vaguely congratulatory and offered him a smile that made him wonder whether she intended to lick his wrist。 Ailil stood very straight； very cool； as if nothing had happened。 Had they meant to leave him to die？ Or to kill him？ But if so； why send their armsmen charging in and rush to check on him？ On the other hand； Ailil had drawn her knife once the talk of him dying began。
Most of the Saldaeans and Illianers were galloping north or riding down the slope of the ridge； pursuing the last of the Seanchan。 And then Weiramon appeared from the north； riding a tall； glossy black at a slow canter that picked up when he saw Rand。 His armsmen rode in double file at his back。
〃My Lord Dragon；〃 the High Lord intoned as he dismounted。 He still seemed as clean as he had in Illian。 Bashere simply looked rumpled and a bit grimy here and there； but Gregorin's finery was decidedly dirt…stained； and slashed down one sleeve besides。 Weiramon flourished a bow to shame a king's court。 〃Forgive me； my Lord Dragon。 I thought I saw Seanchan advancing in front of the ridge and went to meet them。 I never suspected this other pany。 You can't know how it would pain me if you were injured。〃
〃I think I know；〃 Rand said dryly； and Weiramon blinked。 Seanchan advancing？ Perhaps。 Weiramon would always snatch at a chance for glory in the charge。 〃What did you mean； 'at the last；' Bashere？〃
〃They're pulling back；〃 Bashere replied。 In the valley； fire and lightning erupted for a moment as if to give him the lie； but nearly to the far end。
〃Your。。。 scouts do say they all do be retreating；〃 Gregorin said； rubbing his beard； and gave Morr a sidelong； unfortable glance。 Morr grinned at him toothily。 Rand had seen the Illianer in the thick of fighting heading his men； shouting encouragement and laying his sword about with wild abandon； but he flinched at Morr's grin。
Gedwyn strode up then； leading his horse carelessly； insolently。 He almost sneered at Bashere and Gregorin； frowned at Weiramon as if already knowing the man's blunder； and eyed Ailil and Anaiyella as though he might pinch them。 The two women drew back from him hastily； but then； so did the men except for Bashere。 Even Morr。 Gedwyn's salute to Rand was a casual tap of fist to chest。 〃I sent scouts out as soon as I saw this lot was done。 There are three more columns inside ten miles。〃
〃All headed west；〃 Bashere put in quietly； but he looked at Gedwyn sharp enough to slice stone。 〃You've done it；〃 he told Rand。 〃They're all falling back。 I doubt they'll stop short of Ebou Dar。 Campaigns don't always end with a grand march into the city； and this one is finished。〃
Surprisingly … or perhaps not … Weiramon began arguing for an advance； to 〃take Ebou Dar for the glory of the Lord of the Morning；〃 as he put it； but it was certainly a shock to hear Gedwyn say he would not mind taking a few more swipes at these Seanchan and he certainly would not mind seeing Ebou Dar。 Even Ailil and Anaiyella added their voices in favor of 〃putting an end to the Seanchan once and for all；〃 though Ailil did add that she would as soon like to avoid having to return to finish。 She was quite sure the Lord Dragon would insist on her pany for it。 That in a tone as cool and dry as night in the Aiel Waste。
Only Bashere and Gregorin spoke for turning back； and raise their voices they did increasingly as Rand stood silent。 Silent and staring west。 Toward Ebou Dar。
〃We did do what we came for；〃 Gregorin insisted。 〃Light's mercy； do you think to take Ebou Dar itself？〃
Take Ebou Dar； Rand thought。 Why not？ No one would expect that。 A total surprise； for the Seanchan and everybody else。
〃Times are； you seize the advantage and ride on；〃 Bashere growled。 〃Other times； you take your winnings and go home。 I say it's time to go home。〃
I would not mind you in my head； Lews Therin said； sounding almost sane； if you were not so dearly mad。
Ebou Dar。 Rand tightened his hand on the Dragon Scepter； and Lews Therin cackled。
Chapter 24
（Dragon）
A Time for Iron
A dozen leagues east of Ebou Dar； raken glided in out of the cloud…streaked sunrise to land in a long pasture marked as the fliers' field by colored streamers on tall poles。 The brown grasses had been trampled and scored days since。 All of the creatures' grace in the air was lost as soon as their claws touched the ground in a lumbering run； leathery pinions thirty paces or more wide held high as if the animal wanted to sweep itself back upward。 There was little beauty； either； in the raken that ran awkwardly down the field beating ribbed wings； fliers crouching in the saddle as if to pull the beast up by main force； ran on until at last they stumbled into the air； wingtips barely clearing the tops of the olive trees at the end of the field。 Only as they gained height and turned toward the sun； soared toward the clouds； did the raken regain dignified grandeur。 Fliers who landed did not bother to dismount。 While a groundling held a basket up for the raken to gulp whole shriveled fruits by the double…handful at a time； one of the fliers would hand down their scouting report to a still more senior groundling； and the other bent on the other side to receive new orders from a flier too senior to handle reins personally very often。 Almost that quickly after ing to a halt； the creature was reined around to waddle over to where four or five others waited their turn to make that long； ungainly run to the sky。
At a dead run； dodging between moving formations of cavalry and infantry； messengers carried the scouting reports to the huge red…bannered mand tent。 There were haughty Taraboner lancers and stolid Amadician pikemen in well…ordered squares； breastplates striped horizontally in the colors of the regiments they were attached to。 Altaran light horse in disordered bunches made their mounts prance； vain of the red slashes crisscrossing their chests； so different from the markings anyone else wore。 The Altarans did not know those indicated irregulars of doubtful reliability。 Among the Seanchan soldiers； named regiments with proud honors were represented； from every corner of the Empire； pale…eyed men from Alqam； honey…brown men from N'Kon； men black as coal from Khoweal and Dalenshar。 There were morat'torm on their sinuous bronze…scaled mounts that made horses whicker and dance in fright； and even a few morat'grolm with their squat； beak…mouthed charges； but one thing that always acpanied a Seanchan army was conspicuous by it absence。 The sul'dam and damane were still in their tents。 Captain…General Kennar Miraj thought of sul'dam and damane a great deal。
From his seat on the dais he could see the map table clearly； where helmetless under…lieutenants checked the reports and placed markers to represent the forces in the field。 A small paper banner stood above each marker； inked symbols giving the size and position of the force。 Finding decent maps in these lands was next to impossible； but the map copied atop the large table was sufficient。 And worrying； in what it told him。 Black discs for outposts overrun or dispersed。 Far too many of those； dotting the whole eastern half of the Venir range。 Red wedges； for mands on the move； marked the western end as thickly； all pointed back toward Ebou Dar。 And scattered among the black discs； seventeen stark white。 As he watched； a young officer in the brown…and…black of a morat'torm carefully placed an eighteenth。 Enemy forces。 A few might be the same group seen twice； but for the most part they were much too far apart； the timing of the sightings wrong。
Along the walls of the tent； clerks in plain brown coats； marked only with insignia of rank among clerks on the wide collars； waited at their writing tables； pens in hand； for Miraj to issue orders that they would copy out for distribution。 He had already given what orders he could。 There were as many as ninety thousand enemy soldiers in the mountains； nearly twice what he could muster here even with the native levi
