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d　of　behavior　in　my　servants；　Perrin。　It　just　leads　to　tears　and　recriminations　and　sulking。　And　Breane　will　be　worse　than　he　is。〃
　　　　　　　Perrin　stared　at　her。　〃Did　you　hear　me？〃　he　said　slowly。　〃The　Seanchan　have　captured　Amador！　The　Seanchan；　Faile！〃
　　　　　　　She　gave　a　start　…　she　really　had　been　thinking　about　marrying　off　those　women！　…　then　smiled　at　him；　amused。　〃Amador　is　long　way；　yet；　and　if　we　do　meet　with　these　Seanchan；　I'm　sure　you　will　deal　with　them。　After　all；　you　taught　me　to　perch　on　your　wrist；　didn't　you？〃　That　was　what　she　claimed；　though　he　had　never　seen　any　sign　of　it。
　　　　　　　〃They　might　be　a　touch　more　difficult　than　you　were；〃　he　said　dryly；　and　she　smiled　again。　She　smelled　extremely　pleased；　for　some　reason。　〃I'm　thinking　about　sending　Grady　or　Neald　to　warn　Rand；　no　matter　what　he　said。〃　She　shook　her　head　fiercely；　smiles　evaporating；　but　he　pushed　on。　〃If　I　knew　how　to　find　him；　I　would。　There　has　to　be　some　way　to　get　word　to　him　without　anyone　learning　of　it。〃　Rand　had　insisted　on　that　more　than　he　had　on　secrecy　about　Masema。　Perrin　had　been　exiled　from　Rand's　presence；　and　no　one　was　to　know　anything　remained　between　them　except　enmity。
　　　　　　　〃He　knows；　Perrin。　I'm　sure　of　it。　Maighdin　saw　pigeoncotes　everywhere　in　Amador；　and　apparently　the　Seanchan　didn't　look　at　them　twice。　By　this　time；　any　merchant　who　has　business　with　Amador　has　heard；　and　so　has　the　White　Tower。　Believe　me；　Rand　must　have；　too。　You　have　to　trust　that　he　knows　best。　In　this；　he　does。〃　She　was　not　always　so　certain　of　that。
　　　　　　　〃Maybe；〃　Perrin　muttered　irritably。　He　tried　not　to　worry　about　Rand's　sanity；　but　Rand　made　Perrin　at　his　most　suspicious　look　like　a　child　skipping　in　a　meadow。　How　much　did　Rand　trust　even　him？　Rand　kept　things　back；　had　plans　he　never　let　on。
　　　　　　　Exhaling；　Perrin　settled　back　in　the　chair；　gulped　a　swallow　of　tea。　The　truth　of　it　was；　mad　or　sane；　Rand　was　right。　If　the　Forsaken　caught　a　suspicion　of　what　he　was　up　to；　or　the　White　Tower　did；　they　would　find　some　way　to　overturn　the　anvil　on　his　feet。　〃At　least　I　can　give　the　Tower's　eyes…and…ears　less　to　talk　about。　This　time；　I'm　burning　that　bloody　banner。〃　And　the　Wolf…head；　too。　He　might　have　to　play　at　being　a　lord；　but　he　could　do　it　without　a　bloody　flag！
　　　　　　　Faile's　full　lips　pursed　judiciously；　and　she　shook　her　head　slightly。　Slipping　from　her　chair；　she　knelt　beside　him；　took　his　wrist　in　her　hands。　Perrin　met　her　level　gaze　warily。　When　she　looked　at　him　so　intently；　so　seriously；　she　was　about　to　tell　him　something　important。　That；　or　pull　the　wool　over　his　eyes　and　spin　him　around　till　he　did　not　know　front　from　back。　Her　scent　told　him　nothing。　He　tried　to　stop　smelling　her；　it　was　all　too　easy　to　lose　himself　in　that；　and　then　she　would　pull　the　wool　over　his　eyes。　One　thing　he　had　learned　since　marrying：　a　man　needed　all　of　his　wits　dealing　with　a　woman。　Too　often　even　that　was　not　enough；　women　did　what　they　wanted　as　surely　as　Aes　Sedai。
　　　　　　　〃You　might　want　to　reconsider；　husband；〃　she　murmured。　A　tiny　smile　quirked　her　mouth　as　if　she　once　again　knew　what　he　was　thinking。　〃I　doubt　anyone　who's　seen　us　since　we　entered　Ghealdan　knew　what　the　Red　Eagle　is。　Around　a　town　the　size　of　Bethal；　some　will；　though。　And　the　longer　we　have　to　hunt　for　Masema；　the　greater　the　chance。〃
　　　　　　　He　did　not　bother　with　saying　that　was　all　the　more　reason　to　get　rid　of　the　banner。　Faile　was　no　fool；　and　she　thought　much　faster　than　he。　〃Then　why　keep　it；〃　he　asked　slowly；　〃when　all　it'll　do　is　draw　eyes　to　the　idiot　everybody　will　think　is　trying　to　pull　Manetheren　out　of　the　grave？〃　Men　had　tried　that　in　the　past；　and　women；　too；　the　name　of　Manetheren　carried　powerful　memories；　and　it　was　convenient　for　anyone　who　wanted　to　start　a　rebellion。
　　　　　　　〃Because　it　will　draw　eyes。〃　She　leaned　toward　him　intently。　〃To　a　man　trying　to　raise　up　Manetheren　again。　Lesser　folk　will　smile　to　your　face；　hope　you　ride　on　soon；　and　try　to　forget　you　as　soon　as　you　do。　As　for　the　greater；　they've　too　much　in　front　of　their　faces　right　now　to　look　twice　unless　you　pinch　their　noses。　pared　to　the　Seanchan；　or　the　Prophet；　or　the　Whitecloaks；　a　man　trying　to　raise　Manetheren　is　small　turnips。　And　I　think　it's　safe　to　say　the　Tower　won't　look　twice　either；　not　now。〃　Her　smile　widened；　and　the　light　in　her　eyes　said　she　was　about　to　make　her　most　telling　point。　〃But　most　important；　no　one　will　think　that　man　is　doing　anything　else。〃　Abruptly　her　smile　vanished；　she　stuck　a　finger　against　his　nose；　hard。　〃And　don't　call　yourself　an　idiot；　Perrin　t'Bashere　Aybara。　Not　even　sideways；　like　that。　You　aren't；　and　I　do　not　like　it。〃　Her　scent　was　tiny　spikes；　not　true　anger　but　definitely　displeased。
　　　　　　　Quicksilver。　A　kingfisher　flashing　by　faster　than　thought。　Certainly　faster　than　his　thoughts。　It　would　never　have　occurred　to　him　to　hide　so。。。　flagrantly。　But　he　could　see　the　sense。　It　was　like　concealing　the　fact　that　you　were　a　murderer　by　claiming　to　be　a　thief。　Yet　it　might　work。
　　　　　　　Chuckling；　he　kissed　her　fingertip。　〃The　banner　stays；〃　he　said。　He　supposed　that　meant　the　Wolfhead　did；　too。　Blood　and　bloody　ashes！　〃Alliandre　has　to　know　the　truth；　though。　If　she　thinks　Rand　means　to　set　me　up　as　King　of　Manetheren　and　take　her　lands。。。〃
　　　　　　　Faile　rose　so　suddenly；　turning　away；　that　he　was　afraid　he　had　made　a　mistake　bringing　up　the　Queen。　Alliandre　could　lead　to　Berelain　all　too　easily；　and　Faile　smelled。。。　prickly。　Wary。　But　what　she　said；　over　her　shoulder；　was　〃Alliandre　won't　be　a　bit　of　trouble　for　Perrin　Goldeneyes。　That　bird's　as　good　as　netted；　husband；　so　it's　time　to　put　our　minds　on　how　to　find　Masema。〃　Kneeling　gracefully　beside　a　small　chest　against　the　tent　wall；　the　only　chest　without　draperies；　she　lifted　the　lid　and　began　removing　rolled　maps。
　　　　　　　Perrin　hoped　she　was　right　about　Alliandre；　because　he　did　not　know　what　to　do　if　she　was　wrong。　If　only　he　were　half　what　she　thought　him。　Alliandre　was　a　netted　bird；　the　Seanchan　would　fall　over　like　dolls　for　Perrin　Goldeneyes；　and　he　would　snatch　up　the　Prophet　and　take　him　to　Rand　if　Masema　had　ten　thousand　men　around　him。　Not　for　the　first　time　he　realized　that　however　much　her　anger　hurt　and　confused　him；　it　was　her　disappointment　he　feared。　If　he　ever　saw　that　in　her　eyes；　it　would　rip　the　heart　out　of　his　chest。
　　　　　　　He　knelt　beside　her　and　helped　her　spread　out　the　largest　map；　covering　the　south　of　Ghealdan　and　the　north　of　Amadicia；　and　studied　it　as　though　Masema's　name　would　leap　off　the　parchment　at　him。　He　had　more　reason　than　Rand　to　want　to　succeed。　Whatever　else；　he　could　not　fail　Faile。
　　　　　　　
　　　　　　　Faile　lay　in　the　darkness；　listening　until　she　was　sure　that　Perrin's　breath　had　the　deep　rhythm　of　sleep；　then　slipped　out　from　the　blankets　they　shared。　Rueful　amusement　touched　her　as　she　pulled　her　linen　nightdress　up　over　her　head。　Did　he　really　think　she　would　not　find　out　that　he　had　hidden　the　bed　deep　in　a　copse　one　morning　while　the　carts　were　being　loaded？　Not　that　she　minded；　not　a　great　deal；　at　least。　She　was　sure　she　had　slept　on　the　ground　as　often　as　he。　She　had　pretended　surprise；　of　course；　and　made　light　of　it。　Anything　else；　and　he　would　have　apologized；　perhaps　even　gone　back　to　fetch　the　bed。　Managing　a　husband　was　an　art；　so　her　mother　said。　Had　Deira　ni　Ghaline　ever　found　it　so　difficult？
　　　　　　　Scuffing　her　bare　feet　into　slippers；　she　shrugged　into　a　silk　robe；　then　hesitated；　looking　down　at　Perrin。　He　would　be　able　to　see　her　clearly；　if　he　woke；　but　to　her；　he　was　just　a　shadowed　mound。　She　wished　her　mother　were　there；　now；　to　advise　her。　She　loved　Perrin　with　every　fiber　of　her　being；　and　he　confused　every　fiber。　Actually　understanding　men　was　impossible；　of　course；　but　he　was　so　unlike　anyone　she　had　grown　up　with。　He　never　swaggered；　and　instead　of　laughing　at　himself；　he　was。。。　modest。　She　had　not　believed　a　man　could　be　modest！　He　insisted　that　only　chance　had　made　him　a　leader；　claimed　he　did　not　know　how　to　lead；　when　men　who　met　him　were　ready　to　follow　after　an　hour。　He　dismissed　his　own　thinking　as　slow；　when　those　slow；　considering　thoughts　saw　so　deeply　that　she　had　to　dance　a　merry　jig　to　keep　any　secrets　at　all。　He　was　a　wonderful　man；　her　curly…haired　wolf。　So　strong。　And　so　gentle。　Sighing；　she　tiptoed　from　the　tent。　His　ears　had　caused　her　difficulties　before。
　　　　　　　The　camp　lay　quiet　beneath　a　gibbous　moon　that　gave　as　much　light　in　a　cloudless　sky　as　it　normally　would　have　full；　a　brightness　that　washed　out　the　stars。　Some　sort　of　night…bird　cried　shrilly；　then　fell　silent　at　an　owl's　deep　hoot。　There　was　a　small　breeze；　and　for　a　wonder；　it　actually　seemed　a　little　cool。　Probably　her　imagination。　The　nights　were　cool　only　in　parison　to　the　days。
　　　　　　　Most　of　the　men　were　asleep；　dark　humps　among　the　shadows　beneath　the　trees。　A　few　remained　awake；　talking　around　the　handful　of　fires　still　burning。　She　made　no　effort　to　hide；　but　none　noticed　her。　Some　appeared　half　asleep　where　they　sat；　heads　nodding。　If　she　had　not　known　how　well　the　men　on　sentry　duty　would　be　keeping　watch；　she　might　have　thought　the　camp　could　be　surprised　by　a　herd　of　wild　cattle。　Of　course；　the　Maidens　would　be　on　g