palace. When you have rested and eaten, we can talk; to our mutual advantage, if it pleases the Light.' The others spread the skirts of their robes and made half bows.
Harine inclined her head slightly, a hint of satisfaction in her smile. Here, at last, were those who showed her proper respect. And very likely it helped that they did not gape at her and Shalon’s jewelry.
'The messengers from the gates are as quick as ever, it seems, Aleis,' Cadsuane said. 'Is there no welcome for me?' Aleis' smile thinned for a moment, and some of the other smiles faded altogether as Cadsuane moved to stand beside Marine. Those that remained were forced. A pretty woman with a serious cast to her face went so far as to scowl.
'We are grateful to you for bringing the Wavemistress here, Cadsuane Sedai.' The First Counsel did not sound particularly grateful. She drew herself up to her full height and looked straight ahead, over Cadsuane's head rather than at her. 'I am sure we can find some way to make the depth of our gratitude known before you leave.'
She could not have made her dismissal plainer short of a command, but the Aes Sedai smiled up at the taller woman. It was not an unpleasant smile, exactly, but neither was it in the least amused. 'I may not be leaving for a while, Aleis. I thank you for the offer of accommodations, and accept. A palace on the Heights is always preferable to even the best inn.' The First Counsel's eyes widened with startlement, then narrowed in determination.
'Cadsuane must stay with me,' Harine said, managing to sound no more than half strangled, before Aleis could speak. 'Where she is unwelcome, so am I.' This had been part of the bargain forced on her, if they were to accompany Cadsuane. Among other things they must go when and where she said until they joined the Coramoor, and include her in any invitations they received. That last had seemed very small at the time, especially weighed against the rest, but plainly the woman had known exactly the reception she would receive.
'No need to be disheartened, Aleis.' Cadsuane leaned toward the First Counsel confidingly, but she did not lower her voice. The reverberations in the dome magnified her words. 'I'm sure you no longer have any bad habits for me to correct.'
The First Counsel's face flooded with crimson, and behind her back, speculative frowns passed between the other Counsels. Some contemplated her as if with fresh eyes. How did they attain rank, and how lose it? Besides Aleis, they were twelve, surely a coincidence, but the First Twelve among a clan's Sailmistresses chose the Wavemistress, usually one of their own number, just as the First Twelve among the Wavemistresses chose the Mistress of the Ships. That was why Harine had accepted that strange girl's words, because she was of the First Twelve. That, and the fact that two Aes Sedai said the girl saw true visions. A Wavemistress or even the Mistress of the Ships could be deposed, though only for specified causes, such as gross incompetence or losing her wits, and the First Twelve had to speak with a unanimous voice. Things seemed to be done differently among the shorebound, and often sloppily. Aleis' eyes, fixed now on Cadsuane, were both hate-filled and hunted. Perhaps she could feel twelve sets of eyes on her back. The other Counsels had her on the scales. But if Cadsuane had chosen to meddle in the politics of this place, why? And why so bluntly?
'A man just channeled,' Verin said suddenly. She had not joined the rest and was peering over the rail, ten paces away. The dome made her voice carry. 'Do you have many men channeling lately, First Counsel?'
Shalon looked down, and blinked. The formerly clear wedges were now black, and rather than pointing toward the chamber's heart, somehow they had turned in roughly the same direction. One of the women below was on her feet, bending over to study where along the marked collar the thin black wedge was pointing, and the other two women were already racing toward a round-topped doorway. Suddenly, Shalon knew. Triangulation was a simple matter to any Windfinder. Somewhere beyond that doorway was a chart, and soon the position where the man had channeled would be marked on it.
'It would be red for a woman, not black,' Kumira said in almost a whisper. She still stood a little back from the rail, but she was gripping it with both hands and leaning forward to peer at the scene below. 'It warns and locates and defends. And what else? The women who made it would have wanted more, perhaps needed more. Not knowing what else could be incredibly dangerous.' She did not sound frightened, though. She sounded excited.
'An Asha'man, I expect,' Aleis said calmly, pulling her gaze from Cadsuane. 'They cannot trouble us. They are free to enter the city, so long as they obey the law.' However calm she was, some of the women behind her tittered like new deckgirls their first time among the shorebound. 'Forgive me, Aes Sedai. Far Madding gives you welcome. I am afraid I don't know your name, though.'
Verin was still gazing down at the dome's floor. Shalon glanced over the rail again, and blinked as the thin black wedges… changed. One moment they were black and pointing north, the next clear and once again pointing to the center of the maze. They did not turn; they just were one thing, then the other.
'All of you may call me Eadwina,' Verin said. Shalon barely suppressed a start. Kumira did not so much as blink. 'Do you consider history, First Counsel?' Verin continued without looking up. 'Guaire Amalasan's siege of Far Madding lasted just three weeks. A savage business, at the end.'
'I doubt they want to hear about
Aleis glanced at Cadsuane, and her mouth tightened. 'History records Guaire Amalasan as a remarkable general, Eadwina Sedai, perhaps second only to Artur Hawkwing himself. What brings him to mind?'
Shalon had never seen one of the Aes Sedai traveling with Cadsuane fail to heed her most casual warning as quickly as they obeyed her commands, but Verin paid no heed this time. She did not look up. 'I was just thinking that he couldn't use the Power, yet he crushed Far Madding like an overripe plum.' The stout little Aes Sedai paused as though something had just occurred to her. 'You know, the Dragon Reborn has armies in Illian and Tear, in Andor and Cairhien. Not to mention many tens of thousands of Aiel. Very fierce, the Aiel. I wonder you can be so complacent about his Asha'man scouting you.'
'I think you have frightened them quite enough,' Cadsuane said firmly.
Verin finally turned from the gilded rail, her eyes open very wide, a round, startled shorebird. Her plump hands even fluttered like wings. 'Oh. I didn't mean… Oh, no. I would think the Dragon Reborn would have moved against you already if he intended to. No, I suspect the Seanchan… You've heard of them? What we hear from Altara and farther west is really quite horrible. They seem to sweep everything before them. No, I suspect they're somewhat more important to his plans than capturing Far Madding. Unless you do something to anger him, of course, or upset his followers. But I am sure you are too intelligent to do that.' She looked very innocent. There was a stir among the Counsels, the ripple that small fish made on the surface when a lionfish swam below.
Cadsuane sighed, her patience clearly at an end. 'If you want to discuss the Dragon Reborn, Eadwina, you must do so without me. I want to wash my face and have some hot tea.'
The First Counsel jerked as though she had forgotten Cadsuane's existence, incredible as that seemed. 'Yes. Yes, of course. Cumere, Narvais, would you please escort the Wavemistress and Cadsuane Sedai to… to my palace and make them welcome?' That slight hitch was the only sign she gave of discomfort at having Cadsuane in her dwelling 'I wish to have some further talk with Eadwina Sedai, if it pleases her.' Followed by most of the Counsels, Aleis glided away along the balcony. Verin looked suddenly alarmed and uncertain as they gathered her up and swept her along. Shalon did not believe the surprise or unease any more than she had the earlier innocence. She thought she knew now where Jahar was. She just did not know why.
The women Aleis had named, the pretty one who had scowled at Cadsuane, and a slim gray-haired woman, took the First Counsel's request as a command, which perhaps it was. They spread their robes and made those half bows, asking Harine whether she would be pleased to accompany them and announcing in flowery terms their pleasure at escorting her. Harine listened with a sour face. They could strew baskets of rose petals in her path if they wished, but the First Counsel had left her to underlings. Shalon wondered whether there was any way to avoid her sister until her temper cooled.
Cadsuane did not watch Verin leave with Aleis, not openly, but her mouth curved in a faint smile when they vanished through the next arched doorway along the balcony. 'Cumere and Narvais,' she said abruptly. 'That would be Cumere Powys and Narvais Maslin? I have heard things about you.' That jerked their attention away from Harine. 'There are standards any Counsel should meet,' Cadsuane went on in a firm tone, taking them each by a sleeve and turning them toward the stairs on either side of her. Exchanging worried glances, they let her, Harine apparently quite forgotten. At the doorway, Cadsuane paused to look back, but not at Harine or Shalon. 'Kumira? Kumira!'
The other Aes Sedai gave a start, and with a last lingering look over the railing, pulled herself away to follow Cadsuane. Which left Harine and Shalon no option except to follow, too, or be left to try finding their own way out.
