For himself； he did not care whether they mangled ji'e'toh to mincemeat。 〃Where is my wife？〃 he demanded。 〃Where is Faile？〃 The young fools exchanged guarded looks。 Guarded！
〃She is in the Grand Hall of the Sun；〃 Selande said slowly。 〃She … she is one of Queen … of Colavaere's lady attendants。〃
〃Put your eyes back in your head； Perrin；〃 Min whispered。 〃She must have a good reason。 You know she must。〃
Shrugging inside his coat； Perrin tried to gather himself。 One of Colavaere's attendants？ Whatever her reason； it must be good。 That much he was sure of。 But what could it be？
Selande and the others were passing those guarded looks about again。 One of the men； a young fellow with a pointed nose； whispered fierce and low； 〃We swore not to tell anyone！ Not anyone！ On water oath！〃
Before Perrin could demand to be told Rand spoke。 〃Selande； lead the way to the Grand Hall。 There will be no blades。 I am here to see justice done； to all who deserve it。〃
Something in his voice made Perrin's hackles rise。 A hardness grim as a hammer's face。 Faile did have a good reason。 She had to。
Chapter 5
（Dragon）
A Broken Crown
Wide and tall as the corridors were； they felt close； and dim despite tall gilded stand…lamps with mirrors on every branch； lit wherever daylight could not penetrate。 Tapestries hung few and far between on the walls； scenes of hunt or battle with people and animals arranged more precisely than ever nature had。 Scattered niches held bowls and vases and now and then a small statue； in gold or silver or alabaster； but even the statues seemed to emphasize that they were stone or metal； as if the sculptors had tried to banish curves。
The city's hush was magnified here。 The sound of their boots on the floor tiles echoed； a hollow foreboding march； and Perrin did not think it was so to his ears alone。 Loial's quivered at every other step； and he peered down crossing corridors as though wondering what might leap out。 Min held herself stiffly and took ginger steps； grimacing ruefully when she glanced at Rand； she seemed to make an effort not to walk closer to him； and not particularly pleased with herself over it。 The young Cairhienin started off swaggering like peacocks； but that arrogance faded as the drumming of their heels reverberated。 Even the Maidens felt it； Sulin was the only one whose hand did not sometimes rise toward the veil hanging down her chest。
There were servants everywhere； of course； pale； narrow…faced men and women in dark coats and dresses with the Rising Sun on the left breast and sleeves striped in Colavaere's colors。 Some gaped in recognition as Rand passed by； a handful dropped to their knees； heads bowed。 Most went on about their tasks after a small pause for deep bow or curtsy。 It was just as in the courtyard。 Show proper respect to your betters； whoever they are； obey them and otherwise ignore what they do； and perhaps you will not be entangled in it。 It was a way of thinking that set Perrin's teeth on edge。 Nobody should have to live that way。
Two fellows in Colavaere's livery； standing before the gilt…covered doors to the Grand Hall of the Sun； frowned at sight of the Maidens； and maybe at the young Cairhienin。 Older folk usually looked askance at the younglings' carrying on every bit as much as the Aiel did。 More than one parent had tried to put an end to it； had ordered sons or daughters to give over； instructed armsmen and servants to chase off others' like…minded sons and daughters like mon vagrants or street ruffians。 Perrin would not have been surprised if these doormen slanted their gilded staffs to stop Selande and her friends from going through the open doorways； nobility or not； and perhaps even the Maidens。 Few Cairhienin still dared call Aiel savages； not where they could be heard； but most thought it。 The pair gathered themselves； drew deep breaths … and saw Rand over the Maidens' heads。 Their eyes nearly popped out of their faces。 Each man glanced sideways at the other； and then they were on their knees。 One stared fixedly at the floor； the other squeezed his eyes shut； and Perrin heard him praying under his breath。
〃So am I loved；〃 Rand said softly。 He hardly sounded himself。 Min touched his arm； her face pained。 Rand patted her hand without looking at her； and for some reason that seemed to pain her even more。
The Grand Hall of the Sun was immense； with an angle…vaulted ceiling a full fifty paces high at its peak and great golden lamps hung on gilded chains thick enough to move the gates of a fortress。 It was immense； and it was full； people crowding among massive square columns of blue…black veined marble that stood in two rows to either side of the center aisle。 The folk at the rear noticed the newers first。 In long coats and short； some in bright colors or embroidered； some travel…worn； they stared curiously。 Intently。 The few women in the back of the hall wore riding dresses and had faces as hard as the men； gazes as direct。
Hunters for the Horn； Perrin thought。 Dobraine had said that every noble who could be there would； and most Hunters were nobly born； or claimed to be。 Whether or not they recognized Rand； they sensed something； hands feeling for swords and daggers that were not there this evening。 More Hunters than not sought adventure and a place in the histories along with the Horn of Valere。 Even if they did not know the Dragon Reborn； they knew danger when they saw it。
The others in the Grand Hall were less attuned to danger； or rather； more to intrigues and plots than to open hazard。 Perrin was a third of the way down the long center aisle； close on Rand's heels； before gasps ran through the chamber like a wind。 Pale Cairhienin lords with colorful slashes across the chests of their dark silk coats； some with the front of their heads shaved and powdered； Cairhienin ladies with stripes on their dark high…necked gowns and lace falls covering their hands； their hair in intricate towers that often added a good foot of height。 Tairen High Lords and Lords of the Land with oiled beards trimmed to points； in velvet hats and coats of red and blue and every color； with puffy； satin…striped sleeves； Tairen ladies in even more colorful gowns； with wide lace ruffs and close caps studded with pearls and moonstones； firedrops and rubies。 They knew Perrin； and they knew Dobraine and even Havien and Min； but most importantly； they knew Rand。 A ripple of knowing that kept pace up the Hall with him。 Eyes widening； jaws dropping； they went so stiff Perrin almost thought the Asha'man had bound them like the guards outside the palace。 The chamber was a sea of sweet perfumes； and beneath that undercurrents of salty sweat； but through it oozed fear； a quivering sort of smell。
His attention was all on the far end of the Hall； though； on the deep blue marble dais where the Sun Throne stood； shining like its namesake with gilt； the wavy…rayed Rising Sun huge atop the high back。 Colavaere rose slowly； peering down the aisle over Rand's head。 Her nearly black dress bore not a single stripe of nobility； but the great mass of curls rising above her head had to have been dressed around the crown she wore； the Rising Sun in gold and yellow diamonds。 Seven young women flanked the Sun Throne in dark…bodiced gowns with lace snugged under their chins and skirts striped vertically in Colavaere's yellow and red and silver。 It seemed that Cairhienin fashion was different for the Queen； and for the Queen's attendants。
A flicker of motion behind the throne picked out an eighth woman； hidden； but Perrin cared about neither Colavaere nor anyone else except the woman to her immediate right。 Faile。 Her slightly tilted eyes fastened on him； dark liquid moons； yet not a line altered of her coolly decorous expression。 If anything； her face grew tighter。 His nose strained for the scent of her； but the perfume was too strong； and the fear。 She had a reason for being there on the dais； a good reason。 She did。
Rand touched Sulin's sleeve。 〃Wait here；〃 he said。 Scowling； the scar on her leathery face standing out as white as her hair； she scanned his face； then nodded with obvious relucta