The light of the rising sun woke Rand, and he wondered if he were dreaming. He sat up slowly, staring. Everything had changed, or almost everything. The sun and the sky were as he expected to see, if pallid1 and all but cloudless. Loial and Hurin still lay on either side of him, wrapped in their cloaks asleep, and their horses still stood hobbled a pace away, but everyone else was gone. Soldiers, horses, his friends, everyone and everything gone.
The hollow itself had changed, too, and they were in the middle of it now, no longer on the edge. At Rand's head rose a gray stone cylinder2, every bit of three spans high and a full pace thick, covered with hundreds, perhaps thousands, of deeply incised diagrams and markings in some language he did not recognize. White stone paved the bottom of the hollow, as level as a floor, polished so smooth it almost glistened3. Broad, high steps rose to the rim4 in concentric rings of different colored stone. And about the rim, the trees stood blackened and twisted as if a firestorm had roared through them. Everything seemed paler than it should be, just like the sun, more subdued5, as if seen through mist. Only there was no mist. Just the three of them and the horses appeared truly solid. But when he touched the stone under him, it felt solid enough.
He reached out and shook Loial and Hurin. "Wake up! Wake up and tell me I'm dreaming. Please wake up!"
"Is it morning already?" Loial began, sitting up, then his mouth fell open, and his big, round eyes grew wider and wider.
Hurin woke with a start, then leaped to his feet, jumping like a flea6 on a hot rock to look this way, then that. "Where are we? What's happened? Where is everybody? Where are we, Lord Rand?" He sank to his knees, wringing7 his hands, but his eyes still darted8. "What's happened?"
"I don't know," Rand said slowly. "I was hoping it was a dream, but . . . . Maybe it is a dream." He had had experience of dreams that were not dreams, experience he wanted neither to repeat nor to remember. He stood up carefully. Everything stayed as it was.
"I do not think so," Loial said. He was studying the column, and he did not appear happy. His long eyebrows9 sagged10 across his cheeks, and his tufted ears seemed to have wilted11. "I think this is the same stone we went to sleep beside last night. I think I know what it is, now." For once, he sounded miserable12 about knowing.
"That's. . . ." No. That being the same stone was no more crazy than what he could see around him, Mat and Perrin and the Shienarans gone, and everything changed. I thought I'd escaped, but it's started again, and there's no such thing as crazy anymore. Unless I am. He looked at Loial and Hurin. They were not acting13 as if he were mad; they saw it, too. Something about the steps caught his eye, the different colors, seven rising from blue to red. "One for each Ajah," he said.
"No, Lord Rand," Hurin moaned. "No. Aes Sedai would not do this to us. They wouldn't! I walk in the Light."
"We all do, Hurin," Rand said. "The Aes Sedai won't hurt you." Unless you get in the way. Could this be Moiraine's doing somehow? "Loial, you said you know what the stone is. What is it?"
"I said I think I know, Rand. There was a piece of an old book, just a few pages, but one of them had a drawing of this stone, this Stone"-there was a distinct difference in the way he said it that marked importance-"or one very like it. And underneath14, it said, 'From Stone to Stone run the lines of "if," between the worlds that might be."'
"What does that mean, Loial? It doesn't make any sense."
The Ogier shook his massive head sadly. "It was only a few pages. Part of it said Aes Sedai in the Age of Legends, some of those who could Travel, the most powerful of them, could use these Stones. It did not say how, but I think, from what I could puzzle out, that perhaps those Aes Sedai used the Stones somehow to journey to those worlds." He glanced up at the seared trees and pulled his eyes down again quickly, as he did not want to think about what lay beyond the rim. "Yet even if Aes Sedai can use them, or could, we had no Aes Sedai with us to channel the Power, so I don't see how it can be."
Rand's skin prickled. Aes Sedai used them. In the Age of Legends, when there were male Aes Sedai. He had a vague memory of the void closing round him as he fell asleep, filled with that uneasy glow. And he remembered the room in the village, and the light he had reached for to escape. If that was the male half of True Source . . . . No, it can't be. But what if it is? Light, I was wondering whether to run or not, and all the time it's right inside my head. Maybe I brought us here. He did not want to think about it. "Worlds that might be? I don't understand, Loial. "
The Ogier shrugged15 massively, and uneasily. "Neither do I, Rand. Most of it sounded like this. 'If a woman go left, or right, does Time's flow divide? Does the Wheel then weave two Patterns? A thousand, for each of her turnings? As many as the stars? Is one real, the others merely shadows and reflections?' You see, it was not very clear. Mainly questions, most of which seemed to contradict each other. And there just wasn't much of it." He went back to staring at the column, but he looked as if he wished it would go away. "There are supposed to be a good many of these Stones, scattered16 all over the world, or there were, once, but I never heard of anyone finding one. I never heard of anyone finding anything like this at all."
"My Lord Rand?" Now on his feet, Hurin seemed calmer, but he clutched his coat at the waist with both hands, his face urgent. "My Lord Rand, you'll get us back, won't you? Back where we belong? I've a wife, my Lord, and children. Melia'd take it bad enough, me dying, but if she doesn't even have my body to give to the mother's embrace, she'll grieve to the end of her days. You understand, my Lord. I can't leave her not knowing. You'll get us back. And if I die, if you can't take her my body, you'll let her know, so she has that, at least." He was no longer questioning at the end. A note of confidence had crept into his voice.
Rand opened his mouth to say again he was not a lord, then shut it without speaking. That was hardly important enough to mention, now. You got him into this. He wanted to deny it, but he knew what he was, knew he could channel, even if it always seemed to happen all by itself. Loial said Aes Sedai used the Stones, and that meant the One Power. What Loial said he knew, you could be sure of-the Ogier never claimed to know if he did not-and there was no one else nearby who could wield17 the Power. You got him into it, you have to get him out. You have to try.
"I will do my best, Hurin." And because Hurin was Shienaran, he added, "By my House and honor. A shepherd's House and a shepherd's honor, but I'll make them do as well as a, lord's."
Hurin loosed his hold on his coat. The confidence reached his eyes, too. He bowed deeply. "Honor to serve, my Lord."
Guilt18 rippled19 through Rand. He thinks you'll see him home, now, because Shienaran lords always keep their word. What are you going to do, Lord Rand? "None of that, Hurin. There'll be no bowing. I'm not - " Suddenly he knew he could not tell the man again that he was not a lord. All that was holding the sniffer together was his belief in a lord, and he could not take that away, not now. Not here. "No bowing," he finished awkwardly.
"As you say, Lord Rand." Hurin's grin was almost as wide as when Rand first met him.
Rand cleared his throat. "Yes. Well, that's what I say."
They were both watching him, Loial curious, Hurin confident, both waiting to see what he would do. I brought them here. I must have. So I have to get them back. And that means . . . .
Drawing a deep breath, he walked across the white paving stones to the symbol-covered cylinder. Small lines of some language he did not know surrounded each symbol, odd letters that flowed in curves and spirals, suddenly turned to jagged hooks and angles, then flowed on. At least it was not Trolloc script. Reluctantly, he put his hands on the column. It looked like any dry, polished stone, but it felt curiously20 slick, like oiled metal.
He closed his eyes and formed the flame. The void came slowly, hesitantly. He knew his own fear was holding it back, fear of what he was trying. As fast as he fed fear into the flame, more came. I can't do it. Channel the Power. I don't want to. Light, there has to be another way. Grimly he forced the thoughts to stillness. He could feel sweat beading on his face. Determinedly21 he kept on, pushing his fears into the consuming flame, making it grow, and grow. And the void was there.
The core of him floated in emptiness. He could see the light - saidin - even with his eyes closed, feel the warmth of it, surrounding him, surrounding everything, suffusing22 everything. It wavered like a candle flame seen through oiled paper. Rancid oil. Stinking23 oil.
He reached for it - he was not sure how he reached, but it was something, a movement, a stretching toward the light, toward saidin-and caught nothing, as if running his hands through water. It felt like a slimy pond, scum floating atop clean water below, but he could not scoop24 up any of the water. Time and again it trickled25 through his fingers, not even droplets26 of the water remaining, only the slick scum, making his skin crawl.
Desperately27, he tried to form an image of the hollow as it had been, with Ingtar and the lances sleeping by their horses, with Mat and Perrin, and the Stone lying buried except for one end. Outside the void he formed it, clinging to the shell of emptiness that enclosed him. He tried to link the image with the light, tried to force them together. The hollow as it had been, and he and Loial and Hurin there together. His head hurt. Together, with Mat and Perrin and the Shienarans. Burning, in his head. Together!
The void shattered into a thousand razor shards28, slicing his mind.
Shuddering29, he staggered back, wide-eyed. His hands hurt from pressing the Stone, and his arms and shoulders quivered with aching; his stomach lurched from the feel of filth30 covering him, and his head . . . . He tried to steady his breathing. That had never happened before. When the void went, it went like a pricked31 bubble, just gone, in a twinkling. Never broken like glass. His head felt numb32, as if the thousand slashes33 had happened so quickly the pain had not yet come. But every cut had felt as real as if done with a knife. He touched his temple, and was surprised not to see blood on his fingers.
Hurin still stood there watching him, still confident. If anything, the sniffer seemed more sure by the minute. Lord Rand was doing something. That was what lords were for. They protected the land and the people with their bodies and their lives, and when something was wrong, they set it aright and saw fairness and justice done. As long as Rand was doing something, anything, Hurin would have confidence that it would all come right in the end. That was what lords did.
Loial had a different look, a slightly puzzled frown, but his eyes were on Rand, too. Rand wondered what he was thinking.
"It was worth a try," he told them. The rancid oil feel, inside his head - Light, it's inside me! I don't want it inside me! - was fading slowly, but he still thought he might vomit34. "I will try again, in a few minutes."
He hoped he sounded confident. He had no idea how the Stones worked, if what he was doing had any chance of success. Maybe there are ruler for working them. Maybe you have to do something special. Light, maybe you can't use the same Stone twice, or . . . . He cut off that line of thought. There was no good in thinking like that. He had it to do. Looking at Loial and Hurin, he thought he knew what Lan had meant about duty pressing down like a mountain.
"My Lord, I think . . . ." Hurin let his words trail off, looking abashed35 for a moment. "My Lord, maybe, if we find the Darkfriends, we can make one of them tell us how to get back."
"I would ask a Darkfriend or the Dark One himself if I thought I'd get a true answer back," Rand said. "But we are all there is. Just us three." Just me. I'm the one who has to do it.
"We could follow their trail, my Lord. If we catch them . . . ."
Rand stared at the sniffer. "You can still smell them?"
"I can, my Lord." Hurin frowned. "It's faint, pale-like, like everything else here, but I can smell the trail. Right up there." He pointed36 to the rim of the hollow. "I don't understand it, my Lord, but - Last night, I could have sworn the trail went right on by the hollow back - back where we were. Well, it's in the same place now, only here, and fainter, like I said. Not old, not faint like that, but . . . . I don't know, Lord Rand, except that it's there."
Rand considered. If Fain and the Darkfriends were here - wherever here was - they might know how to get back. They had to, if they had reached here in the first place. And they had the Horn, and the dagger37. Mat had to have that dagger. For that if for nothing else, he had to find them. What finally decided38 him, he was ashamed to realize, was that he was afraid to try again. Afraid to try channeling the Power. He was less afraid of confronting Darkfriends and Trollocs with only Hurin and Loial than he was of that.
"Then we will go after the Darkfriends." He tried to sound sure, the way Lan would, or Ingtar. "The Horn must be recovered. If we can't puzzle out a way to take it from them, at least we will know where they are when we find Ingtar again." If only they don't ask how we're going to find him again. "Hurin, make sure it really is the trail we're after."
The sniffer leaped into his saddle, eager to be doing something himself, perhaps eager to be away from the hollow, and scrambled39 his horse up the broad, colored steps. The animal's hooves rang loudly on the stone, but they made not a mark.
Rand stowed Red's hobbles in his saddlebags - the banner was still there; he would not have minded if that had been left behind - then gathered his bow and quiver and climbed to the stallion's back. The bundle of Thom Merrilin's cloak made a mound40 behind his saddle.
Loial led his big mount over to him; with the Ogier standing41 on the ground, Loial's head came almost to Rand's shoulder, and him in his saddle. Loial still looked puzzled.
"You think we should stay here?" Rand said. "Try again to use the Stone? If the Darkfriends are here, in place, we have to find them. We can't leave the Horn of Valere in Darkfriend hands; you heard the Amyrlin. And we have to get that dagger back. Mat will die without it."
Loial nodded. "Yes, Rand, we do. But, Rand, the Stones . . . . '
"We will find another. You said they were scattered all over, and if they're all like this - all this stonework around them - it should not be too hard to find one."
"Rand, that fragment said the Stones came from an older Age than the Age of Legends, and even the Aes Sedai then did not understand them, though they used them, some of the truly powerful did. They used them with the One Power, Rand. How did you think to use this Stone to take us back? Or any other Stone we find?"
For a moment Rand could only stare at the Ogier, thinking faster than he ever had in his life. "If they are older than the Age of Legends, maybe the people who built them didn't use the Power. There must be another way. The Darkfriends got here, and they certainly couldn't use the Power. Whatever this other way is, I will find it out. I will get us back, Loial." He looked at the tall stone column with its odd markings, and felt a prickle of fear. Light, if only I don't have to use the Power to do it. "I will, Loial, I promise. One way or another."
The Ogier gave a doubtful nod. He swung up onto his huge horse and followed Rand up the steps to join Hurin among the blackened trees.
The land stretched out, low and rolling, sparsely42 forested here and there with grassland43 between, crossed by more than one stream. In the middle distance Rand thought he could see another burned patch. It was all pale, the colors washed. There was no sign of anything made by men except the stone circle behind them. The sky was empty, no chimney smoke, no birds, only a few clouds and the pale yellow sun.
Worst of all, though, the land seemed to twist the eye. What was close at hand looked all right, and what was seen straight ahead in the distance. But whenever Rand turned his head, things that appeared distant when seen from the corner of his eye seemed to rush toward him, to be nearer when he stared straight at them. It made for dizziness; even the horses whickered nervously44 and rolled their eyes. He tried moving his head slowly; the apparent movement of things that should have been fixed45 was still there, but it seemed to help a little.
"Did your piece of a book say anything about this?" Rand asked.
Loial shook his head, then swallowed hard as if he wished he had kept it still. "Nothing."
"I suppose there's nothing to do for it. Which way, Hurin?"
"South, Lord Rand." The sniffer kept his eyes on the ground.
"South, then." There has to be a way back besides using the Power. Rand heeled Red's flanks. He tried to make his voice lighthearted, as if he saw no difficulty at all in what they were about. "What was it Ingtar said? Three or four days to that monument to Artur Hawkwing? I wonder if that exists here, too, the way the Stones do. If this is a world that could be, maybe it's still standing. Wouldn't that be something to see, Loial?"
They rode south.
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