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nd enemy soldiers in the mountains； nearly twice what he could muster here even with the native levies。 Too many for belief； except that scouts did not lie； liars had their throats slit by their fellows。 Too many； springing out of the ground like trap…worms in the Sen T'jore。 At least they had a hundred miles of mountain yet to cover if they intended to threaten Ebou Dar。 Almost two hundred； for the white discs furthest east。 And hill country after that for another hundred miles。 Surely the enemy general could not mean to let his dispersed forces be confronted one by one。 Gathering them together would take more time。 Time alone was on his side； right then。
The entry flaps of the tent swept open； and the High Lady Suroth glided in； black hair a proud crest spilling down her back； pleated snow…white gown and richly embroidered over…robe somehow untouched by the mud outside。 He had thought her still in Ebou Dar； she must have flown out by to'raken。 She was acpanied by a small entourage； for her。 A pair of Deathwatch Guards with black tassels on their sword hilts held the tentflaps； and more were visible outside； stone…faced men in red…and…green。 The embodiment of the Empress； might she live forever。 Even the Blood took note of them。 Suroth sailed past as if they were as much servants as the lushly bodied da'covale in slippers and a nearly transparent white robe； her honey…yellow hair in a multitude of thin braids； who carried the High Lady's gilded writing desk a meek two paces behind。 Suroth's Voice of the Blood； Alwhin； a glowering woman in green robes with the left side of her head shaved and the remainder of her pale brown hair in a severe braid； followed close on her mistress's heels。 As Miraj stepped down from the dais； he realized with shock that the second da'covale behind Suroth； short and dark…haired and slim in her diaphanous robe； was damane！ A damane garbed as property was unheard of； but odder still； it was Alwhin who led her by the a'dam！
He let none of his amazement show as he went to one knee； murmuring； 〃The Light be upon the High Lady Suroth。 All honor to the High Lady Suroth。〃 Everyone else prostrated themselves on the canvas groundcloth； eyes down。 Miraj was of the Blood； if too low to shave the sides of his scalp like Suroth。 Only the nails of his little fingers were lacquered。 Much too low to register surprise if a High Lady allowed her Voice to continue acting as sul'dam after being raised to the so'jhin。 Strange times in a strange land； where the Dragon Reborn walked and marath'damane ran wild to kill and enslave where they would。
Suroth barely glanced at him before turning to study the map table； and if her black eyes tightened at what she saw； she had cause。 Under her； the Hailene had done far more than had been dreamed； reclaiming great stretches of the stolen lands。 All they had been sent for was to scout the way； and after Falme； some had thought even that impossible。 She drummed fingers on the table irritably； the long blue…lacquered fingernails on the first two clicking。 Continued success； and she might be able to shave her head entirely and paint a third nail on each hand。 Adoption into the Imperial family was not unheard of for achievements so great。 And if she stepped too far； overstepped； she might find her fingernails clipped and herself stuffed into a filmy robe to serve one of the Blood； if not sold to a farmer to help till his fields； or sweat in a warehouse。 At worst； Miraj would only have to open his own veins。
He continued to watch Suroth in patient silence； but he had been a scout lieutenant； morat'raken； before being raised to the Blood； and he could not help being aware of everything around him。 A scout lived or died by what he saw or did not； and so did others。 The men lying on their faces around the tent； some hardly seemed to breathe。 Suroth should have taken him aside and let them continue with their work。 A messenger was being turned back by the soldiers at the entrance。 How dire was the message that the woman tried to push past Deathwatch Guards？
The da'covale with the writing desk in her arms caught his eye。 Scowls flashed across her pretty doll's face； never pushed down for more than moments。 Property showing anger？ And there was something else。 His gaze flickered to the damane； who stood with her head down but still looked around with curiosity。 Brown…eyed da'covale and pale…eyed damane looked about as different as two women could； yet there was something about them。 Something in their faces。 Strange。 He could not have said how old either was。
Quick as his glance was； Alwhin noticed。 With a twitch of the a'dam's silvery leash she put the damane facedown on the groundcloth。 Snapping her fingers； she pointed to the canvas with the hand not encumbered by the a'dam's bracelet； then grimaced when the honey…haired da'covale did not move。 〃Down； Liandrin！〃 she hissed almost under her breath。 With a glare for Alwhin … a glare！ … the da'covale sank to her knees； features painted with sulkiness。
Most strange。 But hardly important。 Face impassive； and otherwise bursting with impatience； he waited。 Impatience and no little disfort。 He had been raised to the Blood after riding fifty miles in a single night with three arrows in him to bring word of a rebel army marching on Seandar itself； and his back still pained him。
Finally； Suroth turned from the map table。 She did not give him leave to rise； much less embrace him as one of the Blood。 Not that he had expected that。 He was far beneath her。 〃You are ready to march？〃 she demanded curtly。 At least she did not speak to him through her Voice。 Before so many of his officers； the shame would have put his eyes on the ground for months if not years。
〃I will be； Suroth；〃 he replied calmly； meeting her gaze。 He was of the Blood； however low。 〃They cannot bine in fewer than ten days； with at least another ten before they can exit the mountains。 Well before then； I … 〃
〃They could be here tomorrow；〃 she snapped。 〃Today！ If they e； Miraj； they will e by the ancient art of Traveling； and it seems very possible that they will e。〃
He heard men shifting on their bellies before they could restrain themselves。 Suroth lost control of her emotions and babbled of legends？ 〃Are you certain？〃 The words popped out of his mouth before he could stop them。
He had only thought she had lost control before。 Her eyes blazed。 She gripped the edges of her flower…worked robe； white…knuckled； and her hands shook。 〃Do you question me？〃 she snarled incredulously。 〃Suffice it that I have my sources of information。〃 And was furious with them as much as with him； he realized。 〃If they e； there will be perhaps as many as fifty of these grandly named Asha'man； but no more than five or six thousand soldiers。 It seems there have been no more since the beginning； whatever the fliers say。〃
Miraj nodded slowly。 Five thousand men； moved about in some way with the One Power； would explain a great deal。 What were her sources； that she knew numbers so precisely？ He was not fool enough to ask。 She certainly had Listeners and Seekers in her service。 Watching her； too。 Fifty Asha'man。 The very idea of a man channeling made him want to spit in disgust。 Rumor claimed they were being gathered from every nation by the Dragon Reborn； this Rand al'Thor； but he had never expected there could be so many。 The Dragon Reborn could channel； it was said。 That might be true； but he was the Dragon Reborn。
The Prophecies of the Dragon had been known in Seanchan even before Luthair Paendrag began the Consolidation。 In corrupted form； it was said； much different from the pure version Luthair Paendrag brought。 Miraj had seen several volumes of The Karaethon Cycle printed in these lands； and they were corrupted too … not one mentioned him serving the Crystal Throne！ … but the Prophecies held men's minds and hearts still。 More than a few hoped the Return came soon； that these lands could be reclaimed before Tarmon Gai'don so the Dragon Reborn could win the Last Battle for the glory of the Empress； might she live forever。 The Empress surely would want al'Thor sent to her； so she could see what sort of man served her。 There would be no difficulty with al'Thor once he had knelt to her。 Few easily shook off the awe they felt； kneeling before the Crystal Throne； with the thirst to obey drying their tongues。 But it seemed obvious that bundling the fellow onto a ship would be easier if disposing of the Asha'man … they had to be disposed of； certainly … waited until al'Thor was well on his way across the Aryth Ocean to Seandar。
Which brought him back to the problem he had been trying to avoid； he realized with an inward start。 He was not a man to shy from difficulties； much less ignore them blindly； but this was different from any he had faced before。 He had fought in two dozen battles with damane used on both sides； he knew the way of them。 It was not only a matter of striking out with the Power。 Experienced sul'dam could somehow see what damane or marath'damane did and damane would tell the others； so they could defend as well。 Could sul'dam see what a man did； too？ Worse。。。
〃You will release the sul'dam