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Teaching Rand al'Thor to use his heron-mark sword was like teaching a child to count, Lan thought frustratedly. Every time he managed to drill something into the country lad's head, something else was forgotten and it was back to square one.
"Does he really think that the Dark One will wait to have him killed until he's gained enough mastery of a blade to make it a fair fight?" Lan asked in frustration.
"Maybe you should threaten him with the Amyrlin," Moiraine had suggested, half-amused at the pains her Warder was going through to teach Rand how to defend himself. "I am sure that his plans for running far away would include learning to defend himself against any who follow him to bring him back."
"Like you did when you found out she was cheating on you with that Green sister?" Lan asked, unsure himself why he was using a painful moment of Moiraine's past to defend Rand al'Thor. Moiraine's eyes flashed angrily and she stiffened.
"Have you been sleeping with him, then?" she asked coolly. "You certainly defend him as a lover would." Lan's hands clenched and unclenched. He knew it was true. But he knew he would never make his fantasies of the younger man a reality, and Moiraine knew it too.
"Please excuse me," he said coldly and left. He hated that he and Moiraine had slipped into the habit of using each other's secrets to hurt one another. They hadn't done that before they came to the Two Rivers, not until they met Rand al'Thor.
"Is Moiraine getting to you?" a female voice asked. Lan spun around. Nynaeve stood a few feet away; he wondered how she'd got so close without him realising. 'Because you were busy fantasising about Rand,' his voice told him. "She's been getting to Rand too," Nynaeve commented, her disdain for the Aes Sedai clear in her voice.
"Do you know where he is?" Lan asked. Nynaeve nodded and opened her mouth to tell him. "Would you mind going and telling him to come here immediately?" Nynaeve tugged her braid sharply, a sure sign she was angered at being treated like a maid, but departed anyway.
Lan sighed and resisted the urge to bang his head against the wall. Moiraine, Rand and Nynaeve amounted to a massive headache, especially when he thought about them at the same time. "Burn them all," he muttered.