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without noticing whether anyone motioned for water and did not
stop until she was only a few paces from Perrin.

He was with his parents, and his mother had the baby,
Paetram, on her hip, and little Deselle clinging to her skirt with
one hand, though Perrin's little sister was looking around with
interest at all the people and even sheep being herded past.
Adora, his other sister, stood with her arms folded across her
chest and a sullen expression that she was trying to hide from her
mother. Adora would not have to carry water until next year, and
she probably was anxious to be off playing with her friends. The
last person in the little group was Master Luhhan. The tallest man
in Emond's Field, with arms like treetrunks and a chest that
strained his white shirt, he made Master Aybara look slight
instead of just slender. He was talking with Mistress Aybara and
Master Aybara both. That puzzled Egwene.

Master Luhhan was the blacksmith in Emond's Field, but
neither Master Aybara nor Mistress Aybara would bring the
whole family to ask after smithing. He was on the Village
Council, too, but the same thing applied. Besides, Mistress
Aybara would no sooner open her mouth about Council business
than Master Aybara would about Women's Circle business.
Egwene might only be nine, but she knew that much. Whatever
they were talking about, they were almost done, and that was
good. She did not care what they were talking about.

"He's a good lad, Joslyn," Master Luhhan said. "A good lad,
Con. He'll do just fine."

Mistress Aybara smiled fondly. Joslyn Aybara was a pretty
woman, and when she smiled, it seemed the sun might bide its
head in defeat. Perrin's father laughed softly and ruffled Perrin's
curly hair. Perrin blushed very red and said nothing. But then, he
was shy, and he seldom said very much.

"Make me fly, Perrin," Deselle said, lifting up her hands to
him. "Make me fly."

Perrin barely waited to sketch a polite bow to the grownups
before turning to take his sister's hands. They moved a few steps
from the others, and then Perrin begin to spin around and around,
faster and faster, until Deselle's feet left the ground. Round and
round he spun her, higher and higher in great swoops, while she
laughed and laughed in delight.

After a few minutes, Mistress Aybara said, "That's enough,
Perrin. Put her down before she sicks up." But she said it kindly,
with a smile.