I shouldn't be so harsh on them, Min thought, folding her arms. But then, she had watched their plotting and pandering frustrate Rand. Besides, she'd never been fond of those who thought themselves more important than everyone else.
"Form a line," Rand said, walking up to them.
The High Lords and Ladies looked at him, confused.
"A line" Rand said, voice loud and firm. "Now."
They did so, arranging themselves with haste. Rand began to walk down the row, starting with Darlin, looking each man or woman in the eye. Rand's emotions were . . . curious. Perhaps a touch angry. What was he doing?
The courtyard grew still. Rand continued down the line, looking at each of the nobles in turn, not speaking. Min glanced to the side. Near the
end of the line, Weiramon kept glancing at Rand, then looking away. The tall man had thinning gray hair, his beard oiled to a point.
Rand eventually reached him. "Meet my eyes, Weiramon," Rand said softly.
"My Lord Dragon, surely I am not worthy to "
"Do it."
Weiramon did so with an odd difficulty He looked as if he was gritting his teeth, his eyes watering.
"So it is you," Rand said. Min could feel his disappointment. Rand looked to the side, to where Anaiyella stood last in line. The pretty woman had pulled away from Rand, her head turned. "Both of you."
"My Lord " Weiramon began.
"I want you to deliver a message for me," Rand said. "To the others of your . . . association. Tell them that they cannot hide among my allies any longer."
Weiramon tried to bluster, but Rand took a step closer. Weiramon's eyes opened wide, and Anaiyella cried out, shading her face.
"Tell them," Rand continued, voice soft but demanding, "that I am no longer blind."
"Why . . ." Anaiyella said. "Why are you letting us go?"
"Because today is a day of reunion," Rand said. "Not a day of death. Go."
The two stumbled away, looking drained. The others in the courtyard watched with surprise and confusion. The Aiel, however, began to beat their spears against their shields. Anaiyella and Weiramon seemed to keep to the shadows of the courtyard as they ducked into the Stone.
"Leeh," Rand said. "Take two others. Watch them."
Three Maidens split from those watching over Rand, darting after the two former nobles. Min stepped up to Rand, taking his arm. "R
and? What was that? What did you see in them?"
"The time for hiding is past, Min. The Shadow made its play for me and lost. It is war, not subterfuge, that turns the day now."
"So they're Darkfriends?" Min asked, frowning.
Rand turned to her, smiling. "They are no longer a threat. I " He cut off suddenly, looking to the side. Min turned, and grew chill.
Tarn al'Thor stood nearby. He had just walked out of a nearby enttance into the Stone, pausing on a low set of steps leading down to the courtyard. Rand's emotions grew apprehensive again, and Min realized what he'd been searching for earlier.
Tarn looked at his son, falling still. His hair was gray and his face lined, yet he was solid in a way that few people were.
Rand lifted his hand, and the crowd Aes Sedai included parted. Rand passed through them, Min following behind, crossing to the steps up the Stone. Rand climbed a few of those steps, hesitant. The courtyard fell silent; even the gulls stopped calling.
Rand stopped on the steps, and Min could feel his reluctance, his shame, his terror. It seemed so strange. Rand who had faced Forsaken without a tremor was afraid of his father.
Rand took the last few steps in two sudden strides and grabbed Tam in an embrace. He stood one step down, which brought them near an equal height. In fact, in that posture, Tam almost seemed a giant, and Rand but a child who was clinging to him.