It had not been easy talking Lacile and Arrela into leaving without her. What finally convinced them had been the argument that they could carry word to Perrin of where Faile was, along with a warning of how many Shaido there were and a claim that Faile already had her own escape well in hand and any interference by him might endanger that and her. She was sure she had made them believe all of that - she did have her escape in hand, in a way; she had several plans, in fact, and one of them had to work - but until this minute she had been half convinced the two women would decide their oaths to her required them to stay. Water oaths were tighter than oaths of fealty in some ways, yet they left considerable room for stupidity in the name of honor. In truth, she did not know whether the pair could find Perrin, but either way, they were free and she had only two other women to worry about. Of course, the absence of three of Sevanna’s servants would be noticed very quickly, within hours, and the best trackers would be sent to bring them back. Faile was accustomed to the woods, but she knew bet?ter than to pit herself against Aiel trackers. It was very unpleasant for “ordinary”gai’shain who ran away and were recaptured. For Sevanna’sgai’shain, it might be better to die in the attempt. At best, they would never be allowed the opportunity for a second try.
“The rest of us would have a better chance if you and Bain came with us,” she said in a low voice. The flow of men and women in white carrying water by them continued, no one seeming to more than glance their way, but wariness had become ingrained in her these last two weeks. Light, it seemed more like two years! “What difference can there be between helping Lacile and Arrela reach the forest and helping the rest of us get further?” That was despair talking. She knew the difference - Bain and Chiad were her friends and had taught her about Aiel ways, aboutji’e’toh and even a little Maiden handtalk - and it did not surprise her when Chiad turned her head slightly to regard her with gray eyes that had nothing ofgai’sbain meekness in them. Nor did her voice, though she still spoke quietly.
“I will help you as far as I can because it is not right for the Shaido to hold you. You do not followji’e’toh. I do. If I cast aside my honor and my obligations just because the Shaido have, then I allow them to decide how I will act. I will wear white for a year and a day and then they will release me, or I will walk away, but I will not throw away who I am.” Without another word, Chiad strode off into the throngs ofgai’shain.
Faile half-raised a hand to stop her, then let it fall. She had asked that question before, receiving a gentler answer, and in ask?ing again, she had insulted her friend. She would have to apolo?gize. Not to keep Chiad’s help - the woman would not withdraw that - but because she had her own honor, even if she did not fol?lowji’e’toh. You did not insult friends and simply forget it, or expect them to. Apologies must wait, though. They dared not be seen talking too long.
Maiden had been a prosperous city, a producer of good wool and great quantities of fair-quality wine, but an empty ruin inside the walls, now. As many of the slate-roofed houses were timber as were stone, and fire had gotten loose during the looting. The southern end of the city was half piles of blackened timbers deco?rated with icicles, half scorched, roofless walls. The streets every?where, whether stone-paved or dirt, were gray with windblown ash trampled into the snow, and the whole city stank of charred wood. Water was one thing Maiden apparently never ran short of, but like all Aiel, the Shaido placed a very high value on it, and they knew nothing of fighting fires. There was little in the Aiel Waste thatcould burn. They might have let the entire city be consumed had they been finished with stealing, and as it was, they dithered over the waste of water before forcinggai’shain into bucket lines at spearpoint and letting the men of Maiden bring out their pump-wagons. Faile would have thought the Shaido would at least have rewarded those men by allowing them to leave with the people who had escaped being chosen forgai’shain, but the men who worked the pumps were young and fit, just the sort the Shaido wanted for theirgai’shain. The Shaido kept some of the rules regardinggai’shain - women who were pregnant or had children under the age often had been let go, and youths under sixteen, and the city’s blacksmiths, who had been both mystified and grateful - but gratitude never entered into it.
Furniture littered the streets, large overturned tables and ornate chests and chairs, and sometimes a crumpled wall hanging or broken dishes. Bits of clothing lay everywhere, coats and breeches and dresses, most sliced to tatters. The Shaido had seized anything made of gold or silver, anything that had gems, anything useful or edible, but the furnishings must have been hauled outside in the frenzy of looting, then abandoned when whoever was carry?ing them decided that a little gilded edging or fine carving did not make them worth the effort. Aiel did not use chairs in any case, except for chiefs, and there was no room on the carts and wagons for any of those heavy tables. A few Shaido still wandered through, searching the houses and inns and shops for anything they might have missed, yet most people she saw weregai’shain carrying buck?ets. Aiel had no interest in cities except as storehouses to be plun?dered. A pair of Maidens passed her, using the butts of their spears to drive a naked, wild-eyed man, his arms bound behind him, toward the gates. Doubtless he had thought he could hide in a basement or attic until the Shaido were gone. Doubtless the Maid?ens had thought to find a cache of coin or plate. When a huge man in thecadin’sor of analgai’d’siswai stepped in front of her, she swerved to go around him as smoothly as she could. Agai’shain always made way for any Shaido.
“You are very pretty,” he said, putting himself in her way. He was the biggest man she had ever seen, perhaps seven feet tall and thick in proportion. Not fat - she had never seen a fat Aiel - but very wide. He belched, and she smelled wine fumes. Drunken Aiel she had seen, since they found all those casks of wine here in Maiden. She felt no fear, though.Gai’shain might be punished for any number of infractions, often for transgressions few of the wet-landers understood, but the white robes gave a certain protection, too, and she had another layer besides.
“I amgai’shain to the Wise One Sevanna,” she said in as obsequious a tone as she could manage. To her disgust, she had gotten so she could manage it very well. “Sevanna would be displeased if I shirked my duties to talk.” She tried again to step around him, and gasped when he seized her arm in a hand that could have wrapped around it twice with inches to spare.
“Sevanna has hundreds ofgai’shain.She will not miss one for an hour or two.”
The basket fell to the street as he plucked her into the air as easily as picking up a pillow. Before she knew what was happen?ing, he had her tucked beneath his arm, her own arms trapped at her sides. She opened her mouth to scream, and he used his free hand to press her face flat against his chest. The smell of sweaty wool filled her nose. All she could see was gray-brown wool. Where were those two Maidens? Maidens of the Spear would not let him do this!Any Aiel who saw would step in! She never expected help from any of thegai’shain. One or two might run for help, if she was lucky, but the very first lesson agai’shain learned was that even a threat of violence got you hung up by the ankles and beaten till you howled. The first lesson wetlanders learned, at least; Aiel already knew:& gai’shain was forbidden to offer violence for any reason.Any reason. Which did not stop her from kicking at the man furiously. She might as well have been kicking a wall for all the impression it made. He was moving, carrying her some?where. She bit as hard down as hard as she could, and got a mouthful of coarse dirty wool for her pains, her teeth sliding over muscle with no slack to give her purchase. He seemed made of stone. She screamed, but her shriek sounded muffled even to her own ears.
Abruptly, the monster carrying her stopped.
“I made this onegai’shain, Nadric,” another man’s deep voice said.
Faile felt a rumble of laughter in the chest against her face even before she heard it. She did not stop her kicking, never stopped writhing or trying to shout, yet her captor seemed unaware of her efforts. “She belongs to Sevanna now, Brotherless,” the huge man - Nadric? - said contemptuously. “Sevanna takes what she wants, and I take what I want. It is the new way.”
“Sevanna took her,” the other man replied calmly, “but I never gave her to Sevanna. I never offered to trade her to Sevanna. Do you abandon your honor because Sevanna abandons hers?”
There was a long silence broken only by the smothered noises Faile was making. She did not stop struggling, could not stop, but she might as well have been an infant in swaddling.
“She is not pretty enough to fight over,” Nadric said finally. He did not sound frightened or even concerned.
His hands fell away from her, and Faile’s teeth ripped loose from his coat so suddenly she thought one or two might be jerked out, but the ground smashed into her back and all of the air rushed out of her lungs along with most of the wits from her head. By the time she could gather enough breath to push up on her hands, the huge man was striding away down the alley, almost back to the street. Itwas an alley, a narrow track of dirt between two stone buildings. No one would have seen what he did back here. Shivering - she was not trembling, just shivering! - spitting out the taste of unwashed wool and Nadric’s sweat, she glared at his back. If the knife she had hidden away had been within reach, she would have stabbed him. Not pretty enough to fight over, was she? Part of her knew that was ludicrous, but she was grabbing hold of anything that could feed her anger, just for the warmth of it. To help her stop shivering. She would have stabbed him and stabbed him, until sh
