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Bertain was of medium height, though the three plumes rising from his helmet made him look taller. He had on his red eye patch—Perrin didnt know where hed lost the eye—and his armor gleamed. He seemed excited, as if he thought Perrins silence meant they would attack.
Perrin stood, dusting off his plain brown trousers. "Were leaving," he said, then held up a hand to forbid further argument. "We defeated the septs here, but we had them dosed with forkroot and there were damane on our side. Were tired, wounded, and we have Faile back. Theres no further reason to fight. We run. "
Bertain didnt look satisfied, but he nodded and turned away, stomping across the muddy ground toward where his men sat their mounts. Perrin looked at the small group of people who waited in a cluster around the wagon to speak with him. Once, this kind of business had frustrated Perrin. It seemed like pointless work, as many of the supplicants already knew what his answer would be.
But they needed to hear those answers from him, and Perrin had come to understand the importance of that. Besides, their questions helped distract him from the strange tension he felt at having rescued Faile.
He walked toward the next wagon in line, his small entourage following him. There were a good fifty of the wagons set in a long caravan train. The first ones were loaded with salvage from Maiden; the middle ones were in the process of being treated likewise, and he had only two left to inspect. He had wanted to be well out of Maiden before sunset. That would probably carry him far enough away to be safe.
Unless these new Shaido decided to give chase in revenge. With the number of people Perrin had to move, a blind man would be able to track them.
The sun drooped toward the horizon, a shining spot behind the cloud cover. Light, but this was a mess, with the chaos of organizing refugees and separate army camps. Getting away was supposed to be the easy part!
The Shaido camp was a disaster. His people had scavenged and packed many of the abandoned tents. Now cleared, the ground around the city was trampled weeds and mud, littered with refuse. The Shaido, being Aiel, had preferred to camp outside the city walls, rather than within them. They were a strange people, no denying that. Who would spurn a nice bed, not to mention a better military position, to stay outside in tents?
Aiel despised cities, though. Most of the buildings had either been burned during the initial Shaido assault or looted for riches. Doors beaten down, windows shattered, possessions abandoned on the streets and trampled by gaishain running back and forth to fetch water.
People still scurried about like insects, moving through the city gates and around the former Shaido camp, grabbing what they could to stow it for transport. Theyd have to leave the wagons behind once they decided to Travel—Grady couldnt make a gateway big enough to pass a wagon through—but for now, the vehicles would be a big help. There were also a good number of oxen; someone else was inspecting those, making certain they were fit to pull the wagons. The Shaido had let many of the citys horses run off. A shame, that. But you made use of what you had.
Perrin reached the next wagon, beginning his inspection with the vehicles long tongue, to which oxen would be harnessed. "Next!"
"My Lord," said a scratchy voice, "I believe that I am next. "
Perrin glanced over at the speaker: Sebban Balwer, his secretary. The man had a dry, pinched face and a perpetual stoop that made him look almost like a roosting vulture. Though his coat and breeches were clean, it seemed to Perrin that they should shed puffs of dust each time Balwer stepped. He smelled musty, like an old book.
"Balwer," Perrin said, running his fingers over the tongue, then checking the harness straps, "I thought you were speaking with the captives. "
"I have, indeed, been busy with my work there," Balwer said. "However, I grew curious. Did you have to let the Seanchan take all of the captive Shaido channelers with them?"
Perrin glanced at the musty secretary. The Wise Ones who could channel had been knocked unconscious by forkroot; theyd been given over to the Seanchan while still unconscious, to do with as they pleased. The decision had not made Perrin popular with the Aiel among his allies, but he would not have those channelers running about to take revenge on him.
"I dont see why I would want them," he said to Balwer.
"Well, my Lord, there is much of great interest to learn. For instance, it appears that many of the Shaido are ashamed of their clans behavior. The Wise Ones themselves were at odds. Also, they have had dealings with some very curious individuals who offered them objects of power from the Age of Legends. Whoever they were, they could make gateways. "
"Forsaken," Perrin said with a shrug, stooping down on one knee to check the right front wheel. "I doubt well figure out which ones. Probably had a disguise on. "
From the corner of his eyes, he saw Balwer purse his lips at that comment.
"You disagree?" Perrin asked.
"No, my Lord," he said. "The objects the Shaido were given are very suspect, by my estimation. The Aiel were duped, though for what reason, I cannot yet fathom. However, if we had more time to search the city. . . . "
Light! Was every person in the camp going to ask him for something they knew they couldnt have? He got down on the ground to check the back of the wheel hub. Something about it bothered him. "We already know that the Forsaken oppose us, Balwer. They wont rightly welcome Rand in with open arms to seal them away again, or whatever it is hes going to do. "
Blasted colors, showing Rand in his minds eye! He pushed those away again. They appeared whenever he thought of Rand or Mat, bringing visions of them.
"Anyway," Perrin continued, "I dont see what you need me to do. Well take the Shaido gaishain with us. The Maidens captured their fair share. You can interrogate them. But were leaving this place. "
"Yes, my Lord," Balwer said. "Its just a shame we lost those Wise Ones. My experience has been that they are those among the Aiel with the most. . . understanding. "
"The Seanchan wanted them," Perrin said. "So they got them. I wouldnt let Edarra bully me on the point, and what is done is done. What do you expect of me, Balwer?"
"Perhaps a message could be sent," Balwer said, "to ask some questions of the Wise Ones when they awake. I. . . . " He stopped, then stooped down to glance at Perrin. "My Lord, this is rather distracting. Couldnt we find someone else to inspect the wagons?"
"Everyone else is either too tired or too busy," Perrin said. "I want most of the refugees waiting in the camps to move when we give the marching order. And most of our soldiers are scavenging the city for supplies—each handful of grain they find will be needed. Half the stuffs spoiled anyway. I cant help with that work, since I need to be where people can find me. " Hed accepted that, cross though it made him.
"Yes, my Lord," Balwer said. "But surely you can be somewhere accessible without crawling under wagons. "
"Its work I can do while people talk to me," Perrin said. "You dont need my hands, just my tongue. And that tongue is telling you to forget the Aiel. "
"But—"
"There is nothing more I can do, Balwer," Perrin said firmly, glancing up at him through the spokes of the wheel. "Were heading north. Im done with the Shaido; they can burn for all I care. "
Balwer pursed his thin lips again, and he smelled just slightly of annoyance. "Of course, my Lord," he said, giving a quick bow. Then he withdrew.
Perrin squirmed out and stood up, nodding to a young woman who stood in a dirty dress and worn shoes at the side of the line of wagons. "Go fetch Lyncon," he said. "Tell him to have a look at this wheel hub. I think the bearings been stripped, and the blasted thing looks ready to roll right off. "
The young woman nodded, running away. Lyncon was a master carpenter who had been unfortunate enough to be visiting relatives in Cairhien when the Shaido attacked. Hed had the will beaten nearly out of him. Perhaps he should have been the one to inspect the wagons, but with that haunted look in his eyes, Per
rin wasnt sure how far he trusted the man to do a proper inspection. He seemed good enough at fixing problems when they were pointed out to him, though.
And the truth was, as long as Perrin kept moving, he felt he was doing something, making progress. Not thinking about other issues. Wagons were easy to fix. They werent like people, not at all.
Perrin turned, glancing across the empty camp, pocked with firepits and discarded rags. Faile was walking back toward the city; shed been organizing some of her followers to scout the area. She was striking.
Beautiful. That beauty wasnt just in her face or her lean figure, it was in how easily she commanded people, how quickly she always knew what to do. She was clever in a way Perrin never had been.
He wasnt stupid; he just liked to think about things. But hed never been good with people, not like Mat or Rand. Faile had shown him that he didnt need to be good with people, or even with women, as long as he could make one person understand him. He didnt have to be good at talking to anyone else as long as he could talk to her.
But now he couldnt find the words to say. He worried about what had happened to her during her captivity, but the possibilities didnt bother him. They made him angry, but none of what had happened was her fault. You did what you had to to survive. He respected her for her strength.
Light! he thought. Im thinking again! Need to keep working. "Next!" he bellowed, stooping down to continue his inspection of the wagon.
"If Id seen your face and nothing else, lad," a hearty voice said, "Id assume that wed lost this battle. "
Perrin turned with surprise. He hadnt realized that Tarn alThor was one of those waiting to speak with him. That crowd had thinned, but there were still some messengers and attendants. At the back, the blocky, solid sheepherder leaned on his quarterstaff as he waited. His hair had all gone to silver. Perrin could remember a time when it had been a deep black. Back when Perrin had just been a boy, before hed known a hammer or a forge.
Perrins fingers reached down, touching the hammer at his waist. Hed chosen it over the axe. It had been the right decision, but hed still lost control of himself in the battle for Maiden. Was that what bothered him?
Or was it how much hed enjoyed the killing?
"What do you need, Tarn?" he asked.
"Im only bringing a report, my Lord," Tarn said. "The Two Rivers men are organized for the march, each man with two tents on his back, just in case. We couldnt use water from the city, on account of the forkroot, so I sent some lads to the aqueduct to fill some barrels there. We could use a wagon to bring them back. "
"Done," Perrin said, smiling. Finally, someone who did things that were needed without having to ask first! "Tell the Two Rivers men that I intend to have them back home as soon as possible. The moment Grady and Neald are strong enough to make a gateway. That could be a while, though. "
"Thats appreciated, my Lord," Tam said. It felt so strange for him to use a title. "Can I speak to you alone for a moment, though?"
Perrin nodded, noticing that Lyncon was coming—his limp was distinctive—to look at the wagon. Perrin moved with Tam away from the group of attendants and guards, walking into the shadow of Maidens wall. Moss grew green against the base of the massive blocks making up the fortification; it was strange that the moss was far brighter than the trampled, muddied weeds under their feet. Nothing but moss seemed green this spring.
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