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s。 I can help you with a good many things。〃
That familiarity tickled at Elayne's mind again。 Before she realized what she was doing； she reached up and tugged at one of his long white mustaches。 He gave a start； and she clapped both hands to her mouth； flushing crimson。 〃Forgive me。 I。。。 I seemed to remember doing that before。 I mean。。。 I am sorry。〃 Light； why did I do that？ He must think me an imbecile。〃
I。。。 would remember；〃 he said； very stiffly。
She hoped he was not affronted。 It was hard to tell from his expression。 Men could be offended when they should be amused； and amused when they should be offended。 If they were going to be traveling together。。。 That was the first time she realized that she had decided they could e。 〃Nynaeve？〃 she said。
The other woman understood the unspoken question； of course。 She studied the two men thoroughly； then nodded。 〃They may e。 As long as they agree to do as they are told。 I'll not have some wool…brained man going his own way and endangering us。〃
〃As you mand； Mistress al'Meara；〃 Sandar said immediately； with a bow； but Thom said； 〃A gleeman is a free soul； Nynaeve； but I can promise I will not endanger you。 Far from it。〃
〃As you are told；〃 Nynaeve said pointedly。 〃Your word on it； or you will watch this ship sail from the dock。〃
〃The Atha'an Miere do not refuse passage to anyone； Nynaeve。〃
〃Do you think not？ Was the thief…taker〃 … Sandar winced …〃the only one told he needed our permission？ As you are told； Master Merrilin。〃
Thom tossed his white head like a fractious horse and breathed heavily； but finally he nodded。 〃My word on it； Mistress al'Meara。〃
〃Very well then；〃 Nynaeve said in a bracing voice。 〃It is settled。 You two find the Sailmistress now； and tell her I said to find the pair of you a cubbyhole somewhere if she can； out of our way。 Off with you； now。 Quickly。〃
Sandar bowed again and left； Thom quivered visibly before joining him； stiff…backed。
〃Are you not being too hard on them？〃 Elayne said as soon as they were out of earshot。 That was not far； with all the hurly…burly on deck。 〃We do have to travel together； after all。 'Smooth words make smooth panions。' 〃
〃Best to begin as we mean to go on。 Elayne； Thom Merrilin knows very well we are not full Aes Sedai。〃 She lowered her voice and glanced around as she said it。 None of the crew was even looking at them； except for the Sailmistress； back near the sterndeck where she was listening to the tall gleeman and the thief…catcher。 〃Men talk … they always do … so Sandar will know it soon enough； as well。 They'd present no trouble to Aes Sedai； but two Accepted。。。？ Given half a chance； they would both be doing things they thought for the best no matter what we said。 I do not mean to give them even that half chance。〃
〃Perhaps you are right。 Do you think they know why we are going to Tanchico？〃
Nynaeve sniffed。 〃No； or they'd not be so sanguine； I think。 And I would rather not tell them until we must。〃 She gave Elayne a meaningful look； there was no need for her to say she would not have told the Sailmistress； either； had it been left to her。 〃Here is a saying for you。 'Borrow trouble； and you repay tenfold。' 〃
〃You speak as if you don't trust them； Nynaeve。〃 She would have said the other woman was behaving like Moiraine； but Nynaeve would not appreciate the parison。
〃Can we？ Juilin Sandar betrayed us once before。 Yes； yes； I know no man could have avoided it； but there it is just the same。 And Liandrin and the others know his face。 We will have to put him in different clothes。 Perhaps make him let his hair grow longer。 Perhaps a mustache； like that thing infesting the gleeman's face。 It might do。〃
〃And Thom Merrilin？〃 Elayne asked。 〃I think we can trust him。 I don't know why； but I do。〃
〃He admitted being sent by Moiraine；〃 Nynaeve said wearily。 〃What has he not admitted； though？ What did she tell him that he hasn't told us？ Is he meant to help us； or something else？ Moiraine plays her own game so often； I trust her this much more than I do Liandrin。〃 She held her thumb and forefinger half an inch apart。 〃She will use us … you and me both … use us up； if it helps Rand。 Or rather； if it helps whatever she has planned for Rand。 She would leash him for a lapdog if she could。〃
〃Moiraine knows what has to be done； Nynaeve。〃 For once she was reluctant to admit that。 What Moiraine knew had to be done might well speed Rand on his way toward Tarmon Gai'don that much faster。 On his way toward death； perhaps。 Rand balanced against the world。 It was silly … foolish and childish … that those scales should tremble so evenly for her。 Yet she did not dare make them swing； even in her mind； because she was not sure which way she would send them。 〃She knows it better than he does；〃 she said； making her voice firm。 〃Better than we。〃
〃Perhaps。〃 Nynaeve sighed。 〃But I do not have to like it。〃
Ropes were cast off at the bow； where triangular sails suddenly broke out； and Wavedancer heeled away from the dock。 More sails appeared； great white squares and triangles； the sternlines were cast off； and the ship curled out into the river in a great arc through the anchored ships awaiting their turn at the docks； a smooth curve that ended heading south； downriver。 The Sea Folk handled their ship as a master horseman would a fine steed。 That peculiar spoked wheel worked the rudder； somehow； as one of the bare…chested crewmen turned it。 A man； Elayne was relieved to see。 Sailmistress and Windfinder stood to one side of the wheel； Coine issuing occasional orders； sometimes after a murmured consultation with her sister。 Toram watched for a time； with a face that might have been carved from a deck plank； then stalked below。
There was a Tairen on the sterndeck； a plump； dejected looking man in a dull yellow coat with puffy gray sleeves； rubbing his hands nervously。 He had been hustled aboard just as the gangway was being hauled up； a pilot who was supposed to guide Wavedancer downriver； according to Tairen law； no ship could pass through the Fingers of the Dragon without a Tairen pilot aboard。 His dejection certainly came from doing nothing； for if he gave any directions； the Sea Folk paid them no heed。
Muttering about seeing what their cabin was like； Nynaeve went downstairs … below … but Elayne was enjoying the breeze across the deck and the feel of starting out。 To travel； to see places she had not seen before； was a joy in itself。 She had never expected to； not like this。 The Daughter Heir of Andor might make a few state visits； and she would make more once she succeeded to the throne； but they would be bounded about with ceremony and propriety。 Not like this at all。 Barefoot Sea Folk and a ship headed to sea。
The riverbank slid by quite quickly as the sun climbed； an occasional cluster of huddled stone farmhouses and barns； bleak and lonely； appearing and vanishing behind。 No villages； though。 Tear would not allow the smallest village on the river between the city and the sea； for even the tiniest might one day bee petition for the capital。 The High Lords controlled the size of villages and towns throughout the country with a buildings tax that grew heavier the more buildings there were。 Elayne was sure they would never have allowed Godan to thrive； on the Bay of Remara； if not for the supposed necessity of a strong presence overlooking Mayene。 In a way it was a relief to be leaving such foolish people behind。 If only she did not have to leave one foolish man behind as well。
The number of fishing boats； most small and all surrounded by clouds of hopeful gulls and fisher birds； increased the farther south Wavedancer went； especially once the vessel entered the maze of waterways called the Fingers of the Dragon。 Often the birds overhead and the long poles that held the nets were all that was visible besides plains of reeds and knifegrass rippling in the breezes； dotted with low islands where odd； twisted trees grew with spidery tangles of roots exposed to the air； Many boats worked right in the reeds； though not with nets。 Once Elayne saw some of them close to clear water； men and women dropping hooked lines into the watery growth and pulling up wriggling； dark…striped fish as long as a man's arm。
The Tairen pilot began to pace anxiously once they were in the delta； with the sun overhead； turning up his nose at an offered bowl of thick spicy fish stew and bread。 Elayne ate hers hungrily； wiping her pottery bowl with the last scrap of bread； though she shared his unease。 Passages broad and narrow ran in every direction。 Some ended abruptly； in plain sight； against a wall of reeds。 There was no way to tell which of the others might not vanish just as suddenly around the next bend。 Coine did not slow Wavedancer； regardless； or hesitate at choosing a way。 Obviously she knew the channels to take； or the Windfinder did； but the pilot still muttered to himself as if he expected to run aground any moment。
It was late afternoon when the river mouth suddenly appeared ahead； and the endless stretch of the Sea of Storms beyond。 The Sea Folk did something with the sail