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n a tall horse； galloping hard； and a woman on a shorter animal running just as hard at his side。 Gingerly； the three of them sat down to wait。 That was another thing heroes in stories never did； Elayne thought with a sigh。 She hoped she could be a queen to make her mother proud； but it was clear that she would never make a hero。
Chulein moved the reins slightly； and Segani banked smoothly； turning on a ribbed wing。 He was a well…trained raken； swift and agile； her favorite； though she had to share flying him。 There were always more morat'raken than raken； a fact of life。 Down in the farm below； balls of fire were leaping out of the air apparently； scattering in every direction。 She tried to pay no attention； her job was to watch for trouble approaching from the area around the farm。 At least the smoke had stopped rising from where Tauan and Macu had died in the olive grove。
A thousand paces above the ground； she had a very long view。 All the other raken were off scouting the countryside； any woman who ran would be marked for checking； to see whether she was one of those who had caused all the excitement； though truth for sure； anyone in these lands who saw a raken in the air likely would run。 All Chulein had to do was watch for approaching trouble here。 She wished she did not feel an itch between her shoulder blades； it always meant trouble was on the way。 The wind of Segani's flight was not bad at this speed； but she drew the drawstring of her waxed linen hood tighter under her chin； tested the leather safety straps that held her in the saddle； adjusted her crystal goggles； snugged her gauntlets。
Over a hundred Fists of Heaven were on the ground already； and more importantly； six sul'dam with damane and another dozen carrying shoulder bags full of spare a'dam。 The second flight would be lifting from the hills to the south with reinforcements。 Better if more had e in the first strike； but there were few enough to'raken with the Hailene； and strong rumor had it that many of those had been given the task of ferrying the High Lady Suroth and her entire entourage down from Amadicia。 Bad to think ill of the Blood； yet she wished more to'raken had been sent to Ebou Dar。 No morat'raken could think well of the huge； ungainly to'raken； fit only to carry burdens； but they could have put more Fists of Heaven on the ground faster； more sul'dam。
〃Rumor says there are hundreds of marath'damane down there；〃 Eliya said loudly against her back。 In the sky； you had to speak loudly； over the rush of wind。 〃Do you know what I'm going to do with my share of the taking gold？ Buy an inn。 This Ebou Dar looks a likely place； what I saw of it。 Maybe I'll even find a husband。 Have children。 What do you think of that。〃
Chulein grinned behind her wind…scarf。 Every flier talked of buying an inn … or a tavern； sometimes a farm … yet who could leave the sky？ She patted the base of Segani's long； leathery neck。
Every woman flier … three in four were women … talked of a husband and children； but children meant an end to flying； too。 More women left the Fists of Heaven in a month than left the sky in half a year。
〃I think you should keep your eyes open；〃 she said。 But there was no harm in a little talk。 She could have seen a child move in the olive groves below； much more anything that might threaten Fists of Heaven。 The most lightly armored of soldiers； they were about as hard as the Deathwatch Guard； some said harder。 〃I'll use my share to buy a damane and hire a sul'dam。〃 If there were half as many marath'damane down there as rumor claimed； her share would buy two damane。 Three！ 〃A damane trained to make Sky Lights。 When I leave the sky； I'll be as rich as one of the Blood。〃 They had something called 〃fireworks〃 here … she had seen some fellows vainly trying to interest the Blood in Tanchico … but who would watch such a pitiful thing pared to the Sky Lights？ Those fellows had been bundled out and dumped in the road outside the city。
〃The farm！〃 Eliya shouted； and suddenly something hit Segani hard； harder than the worst storm gust Chulein had ever felt； tumbling him wing over wing。
Down the raken plunged； screaming his raucous cry； spinning so fast that Chulein was pulled tight against her safety straps。 She left her hands on her thighs； tensed on the reins but still。 Segani had to pull out of this himself； any twitch on the reins would only hinder him。 Rolling like a gambling wheel； they fell。 Morat'raken were taught not to watch the ground if a raken fell； whatever the reason； but she could not help estimating her height every time a whiplike tumble bought the ground into sight。 Eight hundred paces。 Six hundred。 Four。 Two。 The Light illumine her soul； and the infinite mercy of the Creator protect her from …
With a snap of his broad wings that jerked her sideways and rattled her teeth； Segani leveled out； the tips of his pinons brushing treetops as they swept down。 With a calmness born of hard training； she checked the motion of his wings for strain。 Nothing； but she would have a der'morat'raken examine him thoroughly anyway。 A tiny thing that might slip by her eyes would not escape a master。
〃It seems we've escaped the Lady of the Shadows one more time； Eliya。〃 Turning to look over her shoulder； she let her words tail off。 A length of broken safety strap trailed back from the empty seat behind her。 Every flier knew that the Lady waited at the bottom of the long fall； but knowing never made seeing easier。
Offering a quick prayer for the dead； she firmly pushed herself back to duty and urged Segani to climb。 A slow； spiraling climb； in case of some hidden strain； but as quick as she thought safe。 Maybe a little quicker than safe。 Smoke rising from beyond the knobby hill ahead made her frown； but what she saw as she cleared the crest dried her mouth。 Her hands stilled on the reins； and Segani continued to climb on powerful sweeps of his wings。
The farm was。。。 gone。 Foundations scoured clean of the white buildings that had stood on them； the big structures built into a hillside smashed heaps of rubble。 Gone。 Everything was blackened and burned。 Fire raged through the undergrowth on the slopes and made fans a hundred paces long into the olive groves and the forest； stretching from the spaces between the hills。 Beyond lay broken trees for another hundred or more； all leaning away from the farm。 She had never seen anything like it。 Nothing could be alive down there。 Nothing could have lived through that。 Whatever it had been。
Quickly she came to herself and turned Segani south。 In the distance she could make out to'raken； each one crowded with a dozen Fists of Heaven over this short distance； Fists of Heaven and sul'dam； ing too late。 She began posing her report in her head； there was certainly no one else to make one。 Everyone said this was a land full of marath'damane waiting to be collared； but with this new weapon； these women who called themselves Aes Sedai were a true danger。 Something had to be done about them； something decisive。 Perhaps； if the High Lady Suroth was on her way to Ebou Dar； she would see the need； too。
Chapter 7
（Wolf）
A Goatpen
The Ghealdanin sky was cloudless； the forested hills hammered by a fierce morning sun。 Even short of midday； the land sweltered。 Pines and leatherleaf were yellowing in the drought； and others Perrin suspected also were evergreens。 Not a whisper of air stirred。 Sweat dripped down his face； ran into his short beard。 His curly hair was matting on his head。 He thought he heard thunder somewhere to the west； but he had almost stopped believing it would ever rain again。 You hammered the iron that lay on your anvil instead of daydreaming about working silver。
From the vantage of his sparsely treed ridge； he studied the walled town of Bethal through a brass…bound looking glass。 Even his eyes could use help over this distance。 It was a good…sized town of slate…roofed buildings； with half a dozen tall stone structures that might have been minor nobles' palaces or the homes of well…to…do merchants。 He could not make out the scarlet banner hanging limply atop the ta