Chapter 4: A interesting proposition

Asmodean looked over at Lanfear before speaking again. She was beautiful.

"My proposition lies within my plans. After I found out that there where no darkfriends near the dragon reborn I needed to take matters in my own hand. So I have gotten myself an identity that I took of a man who have lived secluded from the other villages for year. I have now sent out a hand of Trollocks and a myrdraal to do some damage around and in the villages. After that I will move into the village in disguise of the man because the man was afraid for his and his wife's life now."

He looked at her and tried to see if she had understood what he was planning.

"So you want me to play your wife. And why in the light would I want do such a thing."

Lanfears voice wheren´t soft but it wasn´t hating as he had thought it would be. There was even a hint of that she wanted to do it.

Lanfear looked at the man. What had this bard that made her feel like this. She shuddered and then spoke again.

"I will play along with your plans, but we play this on fair terms. I don´t want to be your follower. So tell me. Is this good enough for you?"

Asmodean kept quiet for awhile. He thought all over but then smiled.

"It suits me. No bickering and no planning against each others then?"

He looked at her and she nodded at him. He then looked at her face.

"You need to change your appearances a bit. You can´t look like a queen when we shall play farmers."

She nodded again and he felt the small prickles on his skin when she touched the true source. She was still beautiful but she had more of a farmers dignity now. She did look somewhere near what the wife of Nathen al´Gar looked like. He spoke again.

"So the plan is first to establish us in Emond´s Field, then look up the three boys. We will go under the names of Nathen and Ila al´Gar."

She nodded in agreement.

"You know that we will have to show some false affections to each others. There is no way around it."

She nodded with a cold face, but her eyes had an interesting sparkle in them. He stood up to leave.

"We leave in the morning. Get your stuff and then we will do what is needed."

She nodded again as he walked out. She looked at his back when he walked. He was interesting. And it had been a interesting proposition. She would be near the dragon again. And she would be near Asmodean. She shuddered again she needed to bury those feelings. She lied down at her bed and then went to the world of Dreams and wondered too see if anything had been caught in her nets. She looked a little displeased when she didn´t find anything and then went to sleep.

The morning came fast and the both where packed and ready to do what they had planned. Asmodean opened a waygate to the house of the dead man and his wife's cottage. There he called on the myrdraal and looked at him.

"Have you done what I asked from you."

The myrdraal nodded and then spoke.

"My hand has been severely hurt but we have attacked the farms round Devens Ride and Emond´s Field. Is there anything else that we should do?"

Asmodean looked over at Lanfear and then shook his head.

"You can take your pack back to the Blight thrue the ways. You will find a gate in the mountains of mist."

Asmodean smiled a bit when he saw the look that the Myrdraal. The ways had become dark and dangerous after the War of shadows and the War of the hundred years. The black wind ruled there.

"If you get out alive you will hear my next summoning. It is that or you take your path thrue the shadows and kill the few trollocks that are left."

The myrdraal nodded and then were on his way. Asmodean looked at the house and shooked his head and went inside. He got some few things and then went out again. He grabbed the source and turned the house on fire. He stood there awhile and looked at the flames and then tore some of his clothes apart. He looked on it for awhile and the got his belt knife and cut some wounds to his leg. They were just shallow and wouldn´t even leave a scar. But this maybe could make the villager think that he got away in a hard way . He looked over at Lanfear who already had torn her clothes and nodded at her.

"You shouldn´t hurt yourself. I wouldn´t want you to destroy that skin."

He smiled at her and then began to walk.

"There is a long way to Emond´s Field , I think we better start now."

She nodded in agreement and then began to walk with him. They walked in silence the whole way to the first view of Emond´s Field. When they got there Asmodean started to limper and Lanfear had his arm around her shoulder so it would look like she helped him. When they to the first houses peoples began to come to them and see if they needed help. A young dark haired women came up to them and looked at his cuts.

"They are not deep. You came out lucky I have seen much worse in the latest day. If not the Aes Sedai had been hear Tam al´Thor probably would have died. You just need some bandages and then you will be all right. I don´t recognise you from one of the farms. My name is Nynavea Al´Meare."

Both he and Lanfear had flinched a bit when they heard that there was an Aes Sedai in the village, and when the young women asked for their name he stood silent for a little moment. Then he spoke.

"My name is Nathen al´Gar and this is my wife Ila. We have lived secluded for many years. The village life was nothing for us, but now I do not dare to live secluded. What was it for beasts that attacked us?"

Lanfear expression was that of fear and she nodded in silent agreement.

"Trollocks have I heard" said one man. Another shouted.

"There are Darkfriends in the village. Why else would the trollocs come to us."

"It´s the Aes Sedais fault" said a third.

Nynavea looked displeased at the crowd before turning to them again.

"I will take you to the Winespring inn so that you will have somewhere to sleep for now."

Both Asmodean and Lanfear nodded in agreement. They followed the woman to a house near the village. When they came in they were introduced to the owner of the inn named Bran al´Vere. He was polite and gave them food and then they were showed to a room at the floor above when they got in Asmodean warded the room so no one could listen to what they were saying.

"Damn it. I hadn´t counted with that a bloody Aes Sedai would be here. She can´t have missed that the three boys are ta´veren. This changes our plans a bit. You need to hide your strength in the power. She can believe you can channel if you want, but don´t show her all your strength."

Lanfear looked at Asmodean smiling. It had been a disturbing fact that an Aes Sedai was present, but it was just a mild itch. She looked at him again and then spoke.

"What does it change. We need to make sure that the boys has walked down our path before the Aes Sedai can get her nets around them. We just need to be more careful. We are two. She is only one. I don´t think she has the power to go against two of the Chosen."

Asmodean nodded in silent agreement. He looked awhile at her before he spoke again.

"We need to talk to our master. I have a feeling that this can be a long journey for us before we are finished."

She looked at him. She didn´t know if she could hold her new found feelings for him buried a long time if they were together. But what kind of feelings where they. She agreed with his thinking.

"I can´t do it. The Aes Sedai and probably the women who took care of your wounds would notice me channelling. There is no man here except for maybe the dragon who can wield the power and I don´t think he ever did it so he will not feel what you are doing."

Asmodean was a bit shocked when he heard that the women, Nynave was her name he thought she had called herself, could channel. Maybe there was another he could lead to his goals. He opened a gate and the both walked thrue and stood at the entrance to Shayol Ghoul.

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Chapter 5 Preview:
-Talk with the Dark One
-Sightings of Ta´veren
-Working on plans.
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