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e thought the camp could be surprised by a herd of wild cattle。 Of course； the Maidens would be on guard in the night； too。 But it did not matter if they saw her； either。
The high…wheeled carts made long； shadowed rows； the servants already snug and snoring beneath。 Most of the servants。 One fire still crackled there。 Maighdin and her friends sat around it。 Tallanvor was talking； gesturing fiercely； but only the other men seemed to be paying him any mind； though he appeared to be addressing himself to Maighdin。 That they had had better garb in their bundles than those near rags was not surprising； but their former mistress must have had a very free hand to give out silk to her people； and Maighdin wore finely cut silk indeed； in a muted blue。 None of the others was dressed so well； so perhaps Maighdin had been their lady's favorite。
A twig snapped under Faile's foot； and heads whipped around； Tallanvor starting to his feet； half drawing his sword before he saw her gathering her robe in the moonlight。 They were more alert than the Two Rivers men behind her。 For an instant the lot of them just stared at her； then Maighdin rose gracefully and made a deep curtsy； and the others hastily followed her example with varying degrees of skill。 Only Maighdin and Balwer appeared at all at ease。 A nervous smile split Gill's round face。
〃Go on with what you were doing；〃 Faile told them kindly。 〃But don't stay up too late； tomorrow will be full。〃 She walked on； but when she glanced back； they were still standing； still peering after her。 Their travels must have made them wary as rabbits； always watching for a fox。 She wondered how well they would fit in。 Over the next few weeks； she would be busy training them to her ways； learning theirs。 One was as important as the other for a well…run household。 The time would have to be found。
They did not stay long in her thoughts tonight。 Soon she was beyond the carts； not quite out to where Two Rivers men would be keeping sharp watch from up in the trees。 Nothing larger than a mouse would get by them unseen … even some of the Maidens had been spotted upon occasion … but they were watching for anyone attempting to sneak in。 Not for those who had a right to be there。 In a small moonlit clearing； her people were waiting。
Some of the men bowed； and Parelean nearly went to one knee before stopping himself。 Several women instinctively made curtsies that looked quite peculiar in men's garb； then dropped their eyes or shifted in embarrassment at realizing what they had done。 The manners of the court had been bred into them； though they tried very hard to adopt Aiel customs。 What they believed were Aiel customs； at least。 Sometimes they horrified the Maidens with what they believed。 Perrin called them fools； and they were in some ways； but they had sworn fealty to her； these Cairhienin and Tairens … water oath； they named it； copying the Aiel； trying to … and that made them hers。 Among themselves they had taken to calling their 〃society〃 Cha Faile； the Falcon's Talon； though they had seen the necessity of keeping that quiet。 They were not fools in all ways。 In fact； around the edges anyway； they were not too unlike the young men and women she had grown up with。
Those she had sent off early that morning had just returned； for the women among them were still changing out of the dresses they had worn of necessity。 Even one woman dressed as a man would have roused notice in Bethal； not to mention five。 The clearing was a great flurry of skirts and shifts； coats and shirts and breeches。 The women made believe they did not mind being unclothed in front of others； including men； since the Aiel apparently did not； but haste and labored breathing gave them the lie。 The men were all shifting feet and turning heads； torn between looking away decently and watching； as they thought the Aiel did； while pretending they were not looking at half…dressed women。 Faile held her robe close over her nightdress； she could not have dressed further without waking Perrin for sure； but she made no pretense at fort。 She was no Domani； to receive her retainers in her bath。
〃Forgive us for being late； my Lady Faile；〃 Selande panted； tugging her coat on。 The accents of Cairhien were sharp in the short woman's voice。 Even for a Cairhienin； she was not tall。 She managed a credible swagger； though； a suitable boldness in the tilt of her head and the set of her shoulders。 〃We would have returned sooner； but the gate guards made a bother letting us out。〃
〃A bother？〃 Faile said sharply。 If only she could have seen with her own eyes； on top of theirs； if only Perrin had let her go instead of that trollop。 No； she would not think about Berelain。 It was not Perrin's fault。 She repeated that to herself twenty times a day； like a prayer。 But why was the man so blind？ 〃What kind of bother？〃 She drew a chagrined breath。 Troubles with your husband should never affect your tone with your vassals。
〃Nothing of note； my Lady。〃 Selande buckled her sword belt and settled it on her hips。 〃They let some fellows ahead of us drive their wagons through without a second look； but they were worried about letting women go out into the night。〃 Some of the other women laughed。 The five men who had gone into Bethal stirred irritably； no doubt because they had not been thought enough protection。 The rest of Cha Faile made a thick semicircle behind those ten； watching Faile closely； listening closely。 Moonlight shadowed their faces。
〃Tell me what you saw；〃 Faile manded in a calmer tone。 Much better。
Selande made her report concisely； and for all Faile's wishes that she had gone herself； she had to admit they had seen almost as much as she could have wished。 The streets of Bethal were nearly empty even at the busiest hours of the day。 People stayed to their own homes as much as possible。 A little merce trickled in and out； but few merchants ventured into this part of Ghealdan； and barely enough food came in from the countryside to keep everyone fed。 Most of the townspeople seemed stunned； afraid of what lay outside the walls； sinking deeper and deeper into apathy and despair。 Everyone kept their mouths closed for fear of the Prophet's spies； and their eyes as well； for fear of being taken for spies。 The Prophet had a deep effect。 For instance； however many bandits roamed the hills； cutpurses and footpads had vanished from Bethal。 It was said the Prophet's penalty for a thief was to cut off the man's hands。 Though that did not seem to apply to his own people。
〃The Queen tours the city every day； showing herself to keep spirits up；〃 Selande said； 〃but I do hot think it helps much。 She is making a progress here in the south to remind people they have a Queen； maybe she has had more success elsewhere。 The Watch has been added to the wall guards； and all but a handful of her soldiers； too。 Perhaps it makes the townsfolk feel safer。 Until she moves on。 Unlike everyone else； Alliandre herself apparently feels no fear the Prophet will e storming over the walls。 She walks alone in the gardens of Lord Telabin's palace； morning and evening； and keeps only a few soldiers； who spend most of their time in the kitchens。 Everybody in the city seems as concerned with food； with how long there will be enough； as they are with the Prophet。 In truth； my Lady； for all the guards on the walls； I think if Masema appeared at the gates alone； they might give him the town。〃
〃They would；〃 Meralda put in contemptuously； buckling her own sword round her waist； 〃and beg for mercy。〃 Dark and stocky； Meralda was as tall as Faile； but the Tairen woman ducked her head at a frown from Selande and murmured an apology。 There were no doubts who led Cha Faile； after Faile herself。
She had been pleased there was no need to change the precedence they had established。 Selande was the brightest of them except perhaps for Parelean； and only Arella and Camaille were quicker。 And Selande had something extra； a steadiness； as if she had already faced the worst fear in her life and nothing could ever be that bad again。 Of course； she wanted a scar like those some of the Maidens had。 Faile possessed several small scars； badges of honor most of them； but actually seeking one was idiocy。 At least the woman was not too very eager in the matter。
〃We made a map； as you required； my Lady；〃 the diminutive woman finished with a last； warning glance at Meralda。 〃We marked out Lord Telabin's palace on the back as much as we could； but I fear that is not much more than the gardens and stables。〃
Faile did not try to make out the lines on the paper she unfolded in the moonlight。 A pity she had not been able to go herself； she could have mapped the interior； too。 No。 Done was done； as Perrin liked to say。 And it was enough。 〃You are certain no one searches wagons leaving the city？〃 Even in the pale light； she could see confusion on many of the faces in front of her。 None knew why she had sent some of them into Bethal。
Selande did not look confused。 〃Yes； my Lady；〃 she said calmly。 Quite bright； and more than quick enough。
The wind gusted for a moment； rustling leaves on the trees； rustling dead leaves on th
