Winter's Heart

Light! Of course, he would know everything about her, too. She was definitely uncertain how she felt about that!

Abruptly she realized that the bundle of emotions and sensations was no longer the same as at first. There was a… red roaring… to it, now, like wildfire raging through a tinder dry forest. What could…? Light! She stumbled, and just caught her footing short of tumbling. If she had known this furnace, this fierce hunger, was inside him, she would have been afraid to let him touch her! On the other hand… It might be nice, knowing she had sparked such an inferno. She could not wait to see whether she produced the same effect as… She stumbled again, and this time had to catch herself on an ornately carved highchest. Oh, Light! Elayne! Her face felt like a furnace. This was like peeking through the bedcurtains!

Hurriedly she tried the trick Elayne had told her about, imaging that ball of emotions tied up in a kerchief. Nothing happened. Frantically she tried again, but the raging fire was still there! She had to stop looking at it, stop feeling it. Anything to get her attention anywhere but there! Anything! Maybe if she started talking.

'She should have drunk that heartleaf tea,' she babbled. She never told what she saw except to those involved, and only then if they wanted to hear, but she had to say something. 'She'll get with child from this. Two of them; a boy and a girl; both healthy and strong.'

'She wants his babies,' the Aiel woman mumbled. Her green eyes stared straight ahead; her jaw was tight, and sweat beaded on her forehead. 'I will not drink the tea myself if I—' Giving herself a shake, she frowned across the width of the hall at Min. 'My sister and the Wise Ones told me about you. You really see things about people that come true?'

'Sometimes I see things, and if I know what they mean, they happen,' Min said. Their voices, raised to reach each other, carried along the corridor. Red-and-white-liveried servants turned to stare at them. Min moved to the center of the hallway. She would meet the other woman halfway, no more. After a moment, Aviendha joined her.

Min wondered whether to tell her what she had seen while they were all together. Aviendha would have Rand's babies, too. Four of them at once! Something was odd about that, though. The babies would be healthy, but still something odd. And people often did not like hearing about their futures, even when they said they wanted to. She wished someone could tell her whether she herself would…

Walking along in silence, Aviendha wiped sweat from her face with her fingers and swallowed hard. Min had to swallow, too. Everything Rand was feeling was in that ball. Everything!

'The kerchief trick didn't work for you, either?' she said hoarsely.

Aviendha blinked, and crimson darkened her face. A moment later, she said, 'That is better. Thank you. I… With him in my head, I forgot.' She frowned. 'It did not work for you?'

Min shook her head miserably. This was indecent! 'It helps if I talk, though.' She had to make friends with this woman, somehow, if this whole peculiar business was to have a hope of working. 'I'm sorry for what I said. About toes, I mean. I know a little of your customs. There's something about that man that just makes me cheeky. I can't control my tongue. But don't think I'm going let you start hitting me or carving on me. Maybe I have toh, but we'll have to find some other way. I could always groom your horse, when we have time.'

'You are as proud as my sister,' Aviendha muttered, frowning. What did she mean by that? 'You have a good sense of humor, too.' She seemed to be talking to herself. 'You did not make a fool of yourself about Rand and Elayne the way most wetlander women would. And you did remind me…' With a sigh, she flipped her shawl up onto her shoulders. 'I know where there is some oosquai. If you are too drunk to think, then—' Staring down the hallway, she stopped dead. 'No!' she growled. 'Not yet!'

Coming toward them was an apparition that made Min's jaw drop. Consternation pushed Rand beyond awareness. From comments she had known that the Captain-General of Elayne's Guards was a woman, and Elayne's Warder to boot, but nothing else. This woman had a thick, intricate golden braid pulled over one shoulder other short, white-collared red coat, and her voluminous blue trousers were tucked into boots with heels as high as Min's. Auras danced around her and images flickered, more than Min had ever seen around anyone, thousands it seemed, cascading over one another. Elayne's Warder and Captain-General of the Queen's Guards… wobbled… a little, as though she had already been into the oosquai. Servants who caught sight of her decided they had work in another part of the Palace, leaving the three of them alone in the corridor. She did not seem to see Min and Aviendha until she almost walked into them.

'You bloody helped her in this, didn't you?' she growled, focusing glassy-looking blue eyes on Aviendha. 'First, she flaming vanishes out of my head, and then…!' She trembled, and visibly controlled herself, but even then she was breathing hard. Her legs did not seem to want to hold her upright. Licking her lips, she swallowed and went on angrily. 'Burn her, I can't concentrate enough to shake it off! You let me tell you, if she's doing what I think she's doing, I'll kick her tickle-heart around the bloody Palace, and then I'll flaming welt her till she can't sit for a month — and you alongside her!—if I have to find forkroot to do it!'

'My first-sister is a grown woman, Birgitte Trahelion,' Aviendha said truculently. Despite her tone, her shoulders were hunched, and she did not quite meet the other woman's stare. 'You must stop trying to treat us as children!'

'When she bloody well behaves like an adult, I bloody well treat her as one, but she has no right to do this, not in my flaming head, she doesn't! Not in my—!' Abruptly, Birgitte's glazed blue eyes bulged. The golden haired woman's mouth dropped open, and she would have fallen if Min and Aviendha had not each seized an arm.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she sobbed, just once, and whimpered, 'Two months!' Shaking free of them, she straightened and fixed Aviendha with blue eyes clear as water and hard as ice. 'Shield her for me, and I'll let you off your share.' Aviendha's sullen, indignant glare just slid off her.

'You're Birgitte Silverbow!' Min breathed. She had been sure even before Aviendha said the name. No wonder the Aiel woman was behaving as if she feared those threats would be carried out right then and there. Birgitte Silverbow! 'I saw you at Falme!'

Birgitte gave a start as if goosed, then looked around hurriedly. Once she realized they were alone, she relaxed. A little. She eyed Min up and down. 'Whatever you saw, Silverbow is dead,' she said bluntly. 'I'm Birgitte Trahelion, now, and that's all.' Her lips twisted wryly for a moment. 'The flaming Lady Birgitte Trahelion, if you flaming please. Kiss a sheep on Mother's Day if I can do anything about that, I suppose. And who might you be when you're to home? Do you always show off your legs like a bloody feather dancer?'

'I am Min Farshaw,' she replied curtly. This was Birgitte Silverbow, hero of a hundred legends? The woman was foul-mouthed! And what did she mean, Silverbow was dead? The woman was standing right in front of her! Besides, those multitudes of images and auras flashed by too quickly for her to make out any clearly, but she was certain they indicated more adventures than a woman could have in one lifetime. Strangely, some were connected to an ugly man who was older than she, and others to an ugly man who was much younger, yet somehow Min knew they were the same man. Legend or no legend, that superior air irritated her no end. 'Elayne, Aviendha and I just bonded a Warder,' she said without thinking. 'And if Elayne is celebrating a little, well, you better think twice about storming in, or you'll be the one sitting tender.'

That was enough to make her aware of Rand again. That raging furnace was still there, hardly lessened at all, but thank the Light, he was no longer… Blood rushed into her cheeks. He had lain often enough in her arms, catching his breath in the tangle of their bedding, but this really did seem like peeping!

'Him?' Birgitte said softly. 'Mothers' milk in a cup! She could have fallen in love with a cutpurse or a horse thief, but she had to choose him, more fool her. By what I saw of him at that place you mentioned, the man's too pretty to be good for any woman. In any case, she has to stop.'

'You have no right!' Aviendha insisted in a sulky voice, and Birgitte took on a look of patience. Stretched patience, but still patience.

'She might be proper as a Talmouri maiden except when it comes to putting her head on the chopping block, but I think she'll wind up her courage to put him through his paces again, and even if she does whatever it was she did, she'll forget and be back in my head. I won't bloody go through that again!' She squared herself, plainly ready to march off and confront Elayne.

'Think of it as a good joke,' Aviendha said pleadingly. Pleadingly! 'She has played a good joke on you, that is