With a shiver； he redid the bundle。 〃That's all over with。〃 Thinking of the wind on the tower top； he added； 〃Strange things happen this close to the Blight。〃 He was not sure he believed it； not the way Lan had apparently meant it。 In any case； even without the Amyrlin Seat； it was past time for him to be gone from Fal Dara。
Shrugging into the coat he had kept out … it was a deep； dark green； and made him think of the forests at home； Tam's Westwood farm where he had grown up； and the Waterwood where he had learned to swim … he buckled the heron…mark sword to his waist and hung his quiver； bristling with arrows； on the other side。 His unstrung bow stood propped in the corner with Mat's and Perrin's； the stave two hands taller than he was。 He had made it himself since ing to Fal Dara； and besides him； only Lan and Perrin could draw it。 Stuffing his blanketroll and his new cloak through the loops on his bundles； he slung the pair from his left shoulder； tossed his saddlebags atop the cords； and grabbed the bow。 Leave the sword…arm free； he thought。 Make them think I'm dangerous。 Maybe somebody will。
Cracking the door revealed the hall all but empty； one liveried servant dashed by； but he never so much as glanced at Rand。 As soon as the man's rapid footfalls faded； Rand slipped out into the corridor。
He tried to walk naturally； casually； but with saddlebags on his shoulder and bundles on his back； he knew he looked like what he was； a man setting out on a journey and not meaning to e back。 The trumpets called again； sounding fainter here inside the keep。
He had a horse； a tall bay stallion； in the north stable； called the Lord's Stable； close by the salley gate that Lord Agelmar used when he went riding。 Neither the Lord of Fal Dara nor any of his family would be riding today； though； and the stable might be empty except for the stableboys。 There were two ways to reach the Lord's Stable from Rand's room。 One would take him all the way around the keep； behind Lord Agelmar's private garden； then down the far side and through the farrier's smithy； likewise certainly empty now； to the stableyard。 Time enough that way for orders to be given； for a search to start； before he reached his horse。 The other was far shorter； first across the outer courtyard； where even now the Amyrlin Seat was arriving with another dozen or more Aes Sedai。
His skin prickled at the thought； he had had more than enough of Aes Sedai for any sane lifetime。 One was too many。 All the stories said it； and he knew it for fact。 But he was not surprised when his feet took him toward the outer courtyard。 He would never see legendary Tar Valon … he could not afford that risk； now or ever … but he might catch a glimpse of the Amyrlin Seat before he left。 That would be as much as seeing a queen。 There can't he anything dangerous in just looking； from a distance。 I'll keep moving and he gone before she ever knows I was there。
He opened a heavy； iron…strapped door onto the outer courtyard and stepped out into silence。 People forested the guardwalk atop every wall； top…knotted soldiers； and liveried servants； and menials still in their muck； all pressed together cheek by jowl； with children sitting on shoulders to look over their elders' heads or squeezing in to peer around waists and knees。 Every archers' balcony was packed like a barrel of apples； and faces even showed in the narrow arrowslits in the walls。 A thick mass of people bordered the courtyard like another wall。 And all of them watched and waited in silence。
He pushed his way along the wall； in front of the smithies and fletchers' stalls that lined the court … Fal Dara was a fortress； not a palace； despite its size and grim grandeur； and everything about it served that end … apologizing quietly to the people he jostled。 Some looked around with a frown； and a few gave a second stare to his saddlebags and bundles； but none broke the silence。 Most did not even bother to look at who had bumped past them。
He could easily see over the heads of most of them； enough to make out clearly what was going on in the courtyard。 Just inside the main gate； a line of men stood beside their horses； sixteen of them。 No two wore the same kind of armor or carried the same sort of sword； and none looked like Lan； but Rand did not doubt they were Warders。 Round faces； square faces； long faces； narrow faces； they all had the look； as if they saw things other men did not see； heard things other men did not hear。 Standing at their ease； they looked as deadly as a pack of wolves。 Only one other thing about them was alike。 One and all they wore the color…shifting cloak he had first seen on Lan； the cloak that often seemed to fade into whatever was behind it。 It did not make for easy watching or a still stomach； so many men in those cloaks。
A dozen paces in front of the Warders； a row of women stood by their horses' heads； the cowls of their cloaks thrown back。 He could count them； now。 Fourteen。 Fourteen Aes Sedai。 They must be。 Tall and short； slender and plump； dark and fair； hair cut short or long； hanging loose down their backs or braided； their clothes were as different as the Warders' were； in as many cuts and colors as there were women。 Yet they； too； had a sameness； one that was only obvious when they stood together like this。 To a woman； they seemed ageless。 From this distance he would have called them all young； but closer he knew they would be like Moiraine。 Young…seeming yet not； smooth…skinned but with faces too mature for youth； eyes too knowing。
Closer？ Fool！ I'm too close already！ Burn me； I should have gone the long way。 He pressed on toward his goal； another iron…bound door at the far end of the court； but he could not stop looking。
Calmly the Aes Sedai ignored the onlookers and kept their attention on the curtained palanquin； now in the center of the courtyard。 The horses bearing it held as still as if ostlers stood at their harness； but there was only one tall woman beside the palanquin； her face an Aes Sedai's face； and she paid no mind to the horses。 The staff she held upright before her with both hands was as tall as she； the gilded flame capping it standing above her eyes。
Lord Agelmar faced the palanquin from the far end of the court； bluff and square and face unreadable。 His high…collared coat of dark blue bore the three running red foxes of the House Jagad as well as the stooping black hawk of Shienar。 Beside him stood Ronan； age…withered but still tall； three foxes carved from red avatine topped the tall staff the shambayan bore。 Ronan was Elansu's equal in ordering the keep； shambayan and shatayan； but Elansu left little for him except ceremonies and acting as Lord Agelmar's secretary。 Both men's topknots were snow…white。
All of them…the Warders； the Aes Sedai； the Lord of Fal Dara； and his shambayan…stood as still as stone。 The watching crowd seemed to hold its breath。 Despite himself； Rand slowed。
Suddenly Ronan rapped his staff loudly three times on the broad paving stones； calling into the silence； 〃Who es here？ Who es here？ Who es here？〃
The woman beside the palanquin tapped her staff three times in reply。 〃The Watcher of the Seals。 The Flame of Tar Valon。 The Amyrlin Seat。〃
〃Why should we watch？〃 Ronan demanded。
〃For the hope of humankind；〃 the tall woman replied。〃Against what do we guard？〃
〃The shadow at noon。〃
〃How long shall we guard？〃
〃From rising sun to rising sun； so long as the Wheel of Time turns。〃
Agelmar bowed； his white topknot stirring in the breeze。 〃Fal Dara offers bread and salt and wele。 Well e is the Amyrlin Seat to Fal Dara； for here is the watch kept； here is the Pact maintained。 Wele。〃
The tall woman drew back the curtain of the palanquin； and the Amyrlin Seat stepped out。 Dark…haired； ageless as all Aes Sedai were ageless； she ran her eyes over the assembled watchers as she straightened。 Rand flinched when her gaze crossed him； he felt as if he had been touched。 But her eyes passed on and came to rest on Lord Agelmar。 A liveried servant knelt at her side with folded towels； steam still rising； on a silver tray。 For