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As Elayne was taking hers； Domon came to the end of the cart and pretended to inspect the ice peppers。 〃The Whitecloaks and the Panarch's Legion do be close to blows； it do appear；〃 he murmured； fingering peppers。 〃That lieutenant did say the Legion could protect the Panarch themselves if most of the Legion had no been sent to the ring forts。 Jaichim Carridin do have access to the Panarch； but no the Lord Captain of the Legion。 And they are no pleased that all the guards inside do be Civil Watch。 A suspicious man might say someone do want the Panarch's guards to watch each other more than anything else。〃
〃That is good to know；〃 Nynaeve murmured without looking at him。 〃I've always said you can learn useful things listening to men's gossip。〃
Domon grunted sourly。 〃I will take you inside； then I must go back to my men to make sure they do no get caught up in the mob。〃 Every sailor from every ship Domon had in port was out in the streets around the palace。
Hefting her own basket on her back； Elayne followed the other two women behind him； keeping her head down and wincing at every step until she was on the reddish…brown tiles of the kitchen。 The smells of spices and cooking meat and sauces filled the room。
〃Ice peppers for the Panarch；〃 Domon announced。 〃A gift from Bayle Domon； a good shipowner of this city。〃
〃More of the ice peppers？〃 a stout； dark…braided woman in a white apron and the ever…present veil said； barely looking up from a silver tray where she was arranging an ornately folded white napkin among dishes of thin； golden Sea Folk porcelain。 There were a dozen or more aproned women in the kitchen； as well as a pair of boys turning dripping roasts on spits in two of the six fireplaces； but clearly she was the chief cook。 〃Well； the Panarch； she seems to have enjoyed the last。 Into the storeroom there。〃 She gestured vaguely toward one of the doors on the far side of the room。 〃I have no time to bother with you now。〃
Elayne kept her eyes on the floor as she trailed after Nynaeve and Egeanin； sweating； and not for the heat of the iron stoves and fireplaces。 A skinny woman in green silk not of Tarabon cut stood beside one of the wide tables； scratching the ears of a scrawny gray cat as it lapped cream from a porcelain dish。 The cat named her； as well as her narrow face and wide nose。 Marillin Gemalphin； once of the Brown Ajah； now of the Black。 If she looked up from that cat； if she really became aware of them； there would be no need for channeling for her to know that two of them could； this close the woman would be able to sense the ability itself。
Sweat dripped from the end of Elayne's nose by the time she pushed the storeroom door shut behind her with a hip。 〃Did you see her？〃 she demanded in a low voice； letting her basket half…fall to the floor。 Fretwork carved through the plastered wall just under the ceiling let in dim light from the kitchen。 Rows of tall shelves filled the floor of the large room； laden with sacks and net bags of vegetables and large jars of spice。 Barrels and casks stood everywhere； and a dozen dressed lambs and twice as many geese hung on hooks。 According to the sketchy floorplan Domon and Thom had drawn between them； this was the smallest storeroom for food in the palace。 〃This is disgusting；〃 she said。 〃I know Rendra keeps a full kitchen； but at least she buys what she needs as she can。 These people have been feasting while …〃
〃Hold your concern until you can do something about it；〃 Nynaeve told her in a sharp whisper。 She had upended her basket on the floor and was stripping off her rough farm woman's dress。 Egeanin was already down to her shift。 〃I did see her。 If you want her to e in here to see what the noise is about； keep talking。〃
Elayne sniffed； but let it pass。 She had not been making that much noise。 Pulling off her own dress； she dumped the peppers out of her basket； and what had been hidden under them as well。 Among other things； a dress of white belted in green； fine…spun wool embroidered above the left breast with a green tree of spreading branches atop the outline of a trefoil leaf。 Her grimy veil was replaced by a clean one； of linen scraped nearly as sheer as silk。 White slippers with padded soles were wele on feet bruised by that walk from cart to kitchen。
The Seanchan woman had been the first out of her old clothes； but she was the last into her white garment； muttering all the while about 〃indecent〃 and 〃serving girl；〃 which made no sense。 The dresses were servants' dresses； the whole point was that servants could go anywhere and a palace had too many for anyone to notice three more。 And as for indecent。。。 Elayne could remember being a touch hesitant about wearing the Tarabon style in public； but she had bee used to it soon enough； and even this thin wool could not cling as silk did。 Egeanin seemed to have very strict ideas of modesty。
Eventually； though； the woman had done up her last lace； and the farm clothes had been stuffed into the baskets and covered with ice peppers。
Marillin Gemalphin was gone from the kitchen； though the raggedy…eared gray cat still lapped cream on the table。 Elayne and the other two started for the door that led deeper into the palace。
One of the undercooks was frowning at the cat； fist on her ample hips。 〃I would like to strangle this cat；〃 she muttered； pale brown braids swinging as she shook her head angrily。 〃It eats the cream； and because I put the drop of cream on the berries for my breakfast； I have the bread and water for my meals！〃
〃Count yourself lucky you are not out in the street； or swinging from the gallows。〃 The chief cook did not sound sympathetic。 〃If a lady says you have stolen； then you have stolen； even if it is the cream for her cats； yes？ You； there！〃
Elayne and her panions froze at the shout。
The dark…braided woman shook a long wooden spoon at them。 〃You e into my kitchen and stroll about as in the garden； you lazy sows you？ You have e for the breakfast of the Lady Ispan； yes？ If you do not have it there when she wakes； you will learn how to jump。 Well？〃 She gestured at the silver tray she had been laboring over before； covered now with a snowy linen cloth。
There was no way to speak； if any one of them opened her mouth； her first words would show her no Taraboner。 Thinking quickly； Elayne bobbed a servant's curtsy and picked up the tray； a servant carrying something was going about her work and not likely to be stopped or told to do something else。 Lady Ispan？ Not an unmon name in Tarabon； but there was an Ispan on the list of Black sisters。
〃So you mock me； do you； you little cow you？〃 the stout woman roared； and started around the table waving her thick wooden spoon threateningly。
There was nothing to do without giving herself away； nothing but stay and be hit； or run。 Elayne darted out of the kitchen with the tray； Nynaeve and Egeanin at her heels。 The cook's shouts followed them； but not the cook； thankfully。 An image of the three of them running through the palace pursued by the stout woman made Elayne want to giggle hysterically。 Mock her？ She was sure that had been exactly the same curtsy servants had given her thousands of times。
More storerooms lined the narrow hallway leading away from the kitchen； and tall cupboards for brooms and mops； buckets and soaps； linens for tables； and all sorts of assorted things。 Nynaeve found a fat feather duster in one。 Egeanin took an armful of folded towels from another； and a stout stone pestle out of a mortar in a third。 She hid the pestle under the towels。
〃A cudgel is sometimes handy；〃 she said when Elayne raised an eyebrow。 〃Especially when no one expects you to have it。〃
Nynaeve sniffed but said nothing。 She had hardly acknowledged Egeanin at all since agreeing to her presence。
Deeper in the palace the hallways broadened and heightened； the white walls carved with friezes and the ceilings set with gleaming arabesques of gold。 Long； bright carpets ran along white…tiled floors。 Ornate golden lamps on gilded stands gave light and the scent of perfumed oil。 Sometimes the corridor opened into courtyards rounded by walks with slim； fluted columns； overlooked by balconies screened by filigreed stonework。 Large fountains burbled； fish red and white and golden swam beneath lily pads with huge white flowers。 Not at all like the city outside。
Occasionally they saw other servants； men and women； in white； tree and leaf embroidered on one shoulder； hurrying about their tasks； or men in the gray coats and steel caps of the Civil Watch carrying staffs or cudgels。 No one spoke to them or even looked twice； not at three serving women obviously at their work。
At last they came to the narrow servants' stairs marked on their sketchy map。
〃Remember；〃 Nynaeve said quietly； 〃if there are guards on her door； leave。 If she is not alone； leave。 She is far from the most important reason we are here。〃 She took a deep breath； making herself look at Egeanin。 〃If you let anything happen to her…〃
A trumpet sounded faintly from outside。 A moment later a gong rang inside； and shouted orders