one on Tremalking。 The Amyrlin； of course。 Moiraine； and Elaida。 Perhaps one or two others。 And three still in training。 As for Logain； it would have taken all his strength simply to keep from being burned to a cinder； with nothing left for doing anything。 No； Ingtar； I don't think you need worry。 At least； not until the real Dragon Reborn proclaims himself； and then we will all have enough to worry about as it is。 Let us worry now about what we shall do when we are inside Barthanes's manor。〃
She was talking to Rand。 Perrin knew it； and from the queasy look in Mat's eye； he did； too。 Even Loial shifted nervously in his chair。 Oh； Light； Rand； Perrin thought。 Light； don't let her use you。
Rand's hands were pressing the tabletop so hard that his knuckles were white； but his voice was steady。 His eyes never left the Aes Sedai。 〃First we have to take back the Horn； and the dagger。 And then it is done； Verin。 Then it is done。〃
Watching Verin's smile； small and mysterious； Perrin felt a chill。 He did not think Rand knew half what he thought he did。 Not half。
Chapter 32
（Harp）
Dangerous Words
Lord Barthanes's manor crouched like a huge toad in the night； covering as much ground as a fortress； with all its walls and outbuildings。 It was no fortress； though； with tall windows everywhere； and lights； and the sounds of music and laughter drifting out； yet Rand saw guards moving on the tower tops and along the roofwalks； and none of the windows were close to the ground。 He got down from Red's back and smoothed his coat； adjusted his sword belt。 The others dismounted around him； at the foot of broad； whitestone stairs leading up to the wide； heavily carved doors of the manor。
Ten Shienarans； under Uno； made an escort。 The one…eyed man exchanged small nods with Ingtar before taking his men to join the other escorts； where ale had been provided and a whole ox was roasting on a spit by a big fire。
The other ten Shienarans had been left behind； along with Perrin。 Every one of them had to be there for a purpose； Verin had said； and Perrin had no purpose to serve this night。 An escort was necessary for dignity in Cairhienin eyes； but more than ten would seem suspicious。 Rand was there because he had received the invitation。 Ingtar had e to lend the prestige of his title； while Loial was there because Ogier were sought after in the upper reaches of the Cairhienin nobility。 Hurin pretended to be Ingtar's bodyservant。 His true purpose was to sniff out the Darkfriends and Trollocs if he could； the Horn of Valere should not be far from them。 Mat； still grumbling about it； was pretending to be Rand's servant； since he could feel the dagger when it was close。 If Hurin failed； perhaps he could find the Darkfriends。
When Rand had asked Verin why she was there； she had only smiled and said； 〃To keep the rest of you out of trouble。〃
As they mounted the stairs； Mat muttered； 〃I still don't see why I have to be a servant。〃 He and Hurin followed behind the others。 〃Burn me； if Rand can be a lord； I can put on a fancy coat； too。〃
〃A servant；〃 Verin said without looking back at him； 〃can go many places another man cannot； and many nobles will not even see him。 You and Hurin have your tasks。〃
〃Be quiet now； Mat；〃 Ingtar put in； 〃unless you want to give us away。〃 They were approaching the doors； where half a dozen guards stood with the Tree and Crown of House Damodred on their chests； and an equal number of men in dark green livery with Tree and Crown on the sleeve。
Taking a deep breath； Rand proffered the invitation。 〃I am Lord Rand of House al'Thor；〃 he said all in a rush； to get it over with。 〃And these are my guests。 Verin Aes Sedai of the Brown Ajah。 Lord Ingtar of House Shinowa； in Shienar。 Loial； son of Arent son of Halan； from Stedding Shangtai。〃 Loial had asked that his stedding be left out of it； but Verin insisted they needed every bit of formality they could offer。
The servant who had reached for the invitation with a perfunctory bow gave a little jerk at each additional name； his eyes popped at Verin's。 In a strangled voice he said； 〃Be wele in House Damodred； my lords。 Be wele； Aes Sedai。 Be wele； friend Ogier。〃 He waved the other servants to open the doors wide； and bowed Rand and the others inside； where he hurriedly passed the invitation to another liveried man and whispered in his ear。
This man had the Tree and Crown large on the chest of his green coat。 〃Aes Sedai；〃 he said； using his long staff to make a bow； almost bending his head to his knees； to each of them in turn。 〃My lords。 Friend Ogier。 I am called Ashin。 Please to follow me。〃
The outer hall held only servants； but Ashin led them to a great room filled with nobles； with a juggler performing at one end and tumblers at the other。 Voices and music ing from elsewhere said these were not the only guests； or the only entertainments。 The nobles stood in twos； and threes and fours； sometimes men and women together； sometimes only one or the other； always with careful space between so no one could overhear what was said。 The guests wore the dark Cairhienin colors； each with bright stripes at least halfway down his or her chest； and some had them all the way to their waists。 The women had their hair piled high in elaborate towers of curls； every one different； and their dark skirts were so wide they would have had to turn sideways to pass through any doorway narrower than those of the manor。 None of the men had the shaved heads of soldiers … they all wore dark velvet hats over long hair； some shaped like bells； others flat … and as with the women； lace ruffles like dark ivory almost hid their hands。
Ashin rapped his staff and announced them in a loud voice； Verin first。
They drew every eye。 Verin wore her brown…fringed shawl； embroidered in grape vines； the announcement of an Aes Sedai sent a murmur through the lords and ladies； and made the juggler drop one of his hoops； though no one was watching him any longer。 Loial received almost as many looks； even before Ashin spoke his name。 Despite the silver embroidery on collar and sleeves； the otherwise unrelieved black of Rand's coat made him seem almost stark beside the Cairhienin； and his and Ingtar's swords drew many glances。 None of the lords appeared to be armed。 Rand heard the words 〃heron…mark blade〃 more than once。 Some of the glances he was receiving looked like frowns； he suspected they came from men he had insulted by burning their invitations。
A slim； handsome man approached。 He had long； graying hair； and multihued stripes crossed the front of his deep gray coat from his neck almost to the hem just above his knees。 He was extremely tall for a Cairhienin； no more than half a head shorter than Rand； and he had a way of standing that made him seem even taller； with his chin up so he seemed to be looking down at everyone else。 His eyes were black pebbles。 He looked warily at Verin； though。
〃Grace honors me with your presence； Aes Sedai。〃 Barthanes Damodred's voice was deep and sure。 His gaze swept across the others。 〃I did not expect so distinguished a pany。 Lord Ingtar。 Friend Ogier。〃 His bow to each was little more than a nod of the head； Barthanes knew exactly how powerful he was。 〃And you； my young Lord Rand。 You excite much ment in the city； and in the Houses。 Perhaps we will have a chance to talk this night。〃 His tone said that he would not miss it if the chance never came； that he had not been excited to any ment； but his eyes slid a fraction before he caught them； to Ingtar and Loial； and to Verin。 〃Be wele。〃 He let himself be drawn away by a handsome woman who laid a beringed hand buried in lace on his arm； but his gaze drifted back to Rand as he walked away。
The murmur of conversation picked up once more； and the juggler spun his hoops again in a narrow loop that almost reached the worked plaster ceiling； a good four spans up。 The tumblers had never stopped； a woman leaped into the air from the cupped hands of one of her patriots； her oiled skin shining in the light of a hundred lamps as she spun； and landed on her feet on the hands of a man who was already standing atop another