It hadn’t been until the third pass that Rand had found the loose post that needed replacing. He still didn’t know if Tam had known about the post, or if his father had just been being his careful self.
This document was far more important than a fence. Rand would look it over a dozen more times this night, searching for problems he had not foreseen.
Unfortunately, it was hard to concentrate. The women were up to something. He could feel them through the balls of emotion in the back of his mind. There were four of those—Alanna was still there, somewhere to the north. The other three had been near to one another all night; now they’d made their way almost to his tent. What were they up to? It—
Wait. One of them had split off from the others. She was nearly here. Aviendha?
Rand stood up, walking to the front of his tent and throwing back the flaps.
She froze in place just outside, as if she’d been intending to sneak into his tent. She raised her chin, meeting his eyes.
Suddenly, shouts rose in the night. For the first time, he noticed that his guards were not in attendance. However, the Maidens made camp near his tent, and they appeared to be shouting at him. Not with joy, as he’d expected. Insults. Terrible ones. Several were screaming about what they’d do to certain parts of his body when they caught him.
“What is this?” he murmured.
“They don’t mean it,” Aviendha said. “It is a symbol to them of you taking me away from their ranks—but I have already left their ranks to join the Wise Ones. It is a… thing of the Maidens. It is actually a sign of respect. If they did not like you, they would not act this way.”
Aiel. “Wait,” he said. “How have I taken you from them?”
Aviendha looked him in the eyes, but color rose in her cheeks. Aviendha? Blushing? That was unexpected.
“You should understand already,” she said. “If you’d paid attention to what I told you about us…”
“Unfortunately, you had a complete woolhead of a student.”
“It is fortunate for him that I have decided to extend my training.” She took a step closer. “There are many things I still need to teach.” Her blush deepened.
Light. She was beautiful. But so was Elayne… and so was Min… and…
He was a fool. A Light-blinded fool.
“Aviendha,” he said. “I love you, I truly do. But that’s a problem, burn it! I love all three of you. I don’t think I could accept this and choose—”
Suddenly, she was laughing. “You are a fool, aren’t you, Rand al’Thor?”
“Often. But what—”
“We are first-sisters, Rand al’Thor, Elayne and I. When we get to know her better, Min will join us. We three will share in all things.”
First-sisters? He should have suspected, following that odd bonding. He raised a hand to his head. We will share you, they had said to him.
Leaving four bonded women to their pains was bad enough, but three bonded women who loved him? Light, he did not want to bring them pain!
“They say you have changed,” Aviendha said. “So many have spoken of it in the short time since my return that almost, I grow weary of hearing about you. Well, your face may be calm, but your emotions are not. Is this so terrible a thing to consider, being with the three of us?”
“I want it, Aviendha. I should hide myself because I do. But the pain…”
“You have embraced it, have you not?”
“It is not my pain I fear. It is yours.”
“Are we so weak, then, that we cannot bear what you can?”
That look in her eyes was unnerving.
“Of course not,” Rand said. “But how can I hope for pain in those I love?”
“The pain is ours to accept,” she said, raising her chin. “Rand al’Thor, your decision is simple, though you strive to make it difficult. Choose yes or no. Be warned; it is all three of us, or none of us. We will not let you come between us.”