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Once Deselle's feet were back on the ground, she clung to
one of Perrin's hands with both hers, staggering a little, and
maybe not too far from sicking up. But she kept laughing and
demanding he make her fly some more.

Shaking his head, he bent to talk to her. He was always so
serious. He did not laugh very often.

Abruptly Egwene realized that someone else was watching
Perrin. Cilia Cole, a pink-cheeked girl a couple of years older
than she, stood only a few feet away with a silly smile on her
face, making calf eyes at him. All he needed to do was turn his
head to see her! Egwene grimaced in disgust. She would never be
fool enough to make big eyes at a boy like some kind of
woolhead. Anyway, Perrin was not even a whole year older than
Cilia. Three or four years older was best. Egwene's sisters might
have no time to talk to her, but she listened to other girls old
enough to know.

Some said more, but most thought three or four. Perrin
glanced toward Egwene and Cilia and went back to talking
quietly to Deselle. Egwene shook her head. Maybe Cilia was a
ninny, but he ought to at least notice.

Movement in the limbs of a big wateroak beyond Cilia
caught her eye, and she gave a start. The raven was up there, and
it still seemed to be watching. And there was a raven in that tall
pine tree, too, and one in the next, and in that hickory, and . . . .
Nine or ten ravens that she could see, and they all seemed to be
watching. It had to be her imagination. Just her-

"Why were you staring at him?"

Startled, Egwene jumped and spun around so fast that she
banged herself on the knee with her bucket A good thing it was
nearly empty, or she could have hurt herself.

She shifted her feet, wishing she could rub her knee.

Adora stood looking up at her with a perplexed expression
on her face, but she could not be more puzzled than Egwene.

"What are you talking about, Adora?"

"Perrin, of course. Why were you staring at him? Everybody
says you'll marry Rand al'Thor. When you're older, I mean, and
have your hair in a braid."
 "What do you mean, everybody says?" Egwene said
dangerously, but Adora just giggled. It was exasperating. Nothing
was working the way it should today.