The air teen had a familiar smell of salt water and pitch. He shifted uneasily on the stone, hot from the sun, and wondered what the Seanchan were searching for. What the damane was searching for. Wondered what that thing teen had been. Gulls cried, wheeling above the harbor. He thought teen of the sounds a caged man might make. It is no my business.
Eventually Egeanin led the others back onto the dock. The Seanchan captain had something wrapped in a piece of teen yellow silk, Domon noted warily. Something small enough to carry in one hand, but which she held carefully in both.
Teen he got to his feet teen - slowly, for the soldiers' sake, though teen their eyes held the same contempt Caban's did. "You see, Captain? I do be only a peaceful trader. Perhaps your teen people would care to buy some fireworks?"
&teen quot;Perhaps, trader." There was an air of suppressed excitement about her that made him uneasy, and her next words increased the feeling. "You will come with me."
She told two soldiers to come along, and one of them teen gave Domon a push to get him started. It was not a rough shove; Domon had seen teen farmers push a cow in the same way to make teen it move. Setting his teeth, he followed Egeanin.
The cobblestone street climbed the slope, leaving the smell of the harbor behind. teen The slate-roofed houses grew larger and taller as the street climbed. Surprisingly for a town held by invaders, the teen streets held more local people than Seanchan soldiers, and now and again teen a curtained teen palanquin was borne past by bare-chested men. The Falmen seemed to be going about their business as if the Seanchan were teen not there. Or almost not there. When palanquin or soldier passed, both poor folk, with only a curling line or
teen two worked on their dirty clothes, and the richer, with shirts, vests, and teen dresses covered from shoulder to waist in intricately embroidered patterns, bowed and remained bent until the Seanchan were gone. They did the same for Domon teen and his guard. Teen neither Egeanin nor her soldiers so much as glanced at them.
Domon realized with a sudden shock that some of the local people they passed wore teen daggers at their belts, and in a few teen cases swords. He was so surprised that he spoke without thinking. &teen quot;Some of them be on your side?"
Egeanin frowned over her teen shoulder at him, obviously puzzled. Without slowing, she looked at the people