Night on the edge of Kinslayer's Dagger1 was cold, as nights in the mountains are always cold. The wind whipped down from the high peaks carrying the iciness of the snowcaps. Rand shifted on the hard ground, tugging2 at his cloak and blanket, and only half asleep. His hand went to his sword, lying beside him. One more day, he thought drowsily3. Just one more, and then we go. If no one comes tomorrow, Ingtar or Darkfriends one, I'll take Selene to Cairhien.
He had told himself that before. Every day they had been there on the mountainside, watching the place where Hurin said the trail had been, in that other world - where Selene said the Darkfriends would surely appear in this world - he told himself it was time to leave. And Selene talked of the Horn of Valere, and touched his arm, and looked into his eyes, and before he knew it he had agreed to yet another day before they went on.
He shrugged5 against the chill of the wind, thinking of Selene touching6 his arm and looking into his eyes. If Egwene raw that, she'd shear7 me for a sheep, and Selene, too. Egwene could already be in Tar4 Valon by now, learning to be an Aes Sedai. The next time she sees me, she'll probably try to gentle me.
As he shifted over, his hand slid past the sword and touched the bundle holding Thom Merrilin's harp8 and flute9. Unconsciously, his fingers tightened10 on the gleeman's cloak. I was happy then, I think, even running for my life. Playing the flute for my supper. I was too ignorant to know what was going on. There's no turning back.
Shivering, he opened his eyes. The only light came from the waning11 moon, not far past full and low in the sky. A fire would give them away to those for whom they watched. Loial muttered in his sleep, a low rumble12. One of the horses stamped a hoof13. Hurin had the first watch, from a stone outcrop a little way up the mountain; he would be coming to wake Rand for his turn, soon.
Rand rolled over . . . and stopped. In the moonlight he could see the shape of Selene, bending over his saddlebags, her hands on the buckles14. Her white dress gathered the faint light. "Do you need something?"
She gave a jump, and stared toward him. "You - you startled me."
He rolled to his feet, shedding the blanket and wrapping the cloak around himself, and went to her. He was sure he had left the saddlebags right by his side when he lay down; he always kept them close. He took them from her. All the buckles were fastened, even those on the side that held the damning banner. How can my life depend on keeping it? If anybody sees it and knows what it is, I'll die for having it. He peered at her suspiciously.
Selene stayed where she was, looking up at him. The moon glistened15 in her dark eyes. "It came to me," she said, "that I've been wearing this dress too long. I could brush it, at least, if I had something else to wear while I did. One of your shirts, perhaps."
Rand nodded, feeling a sudden relief. Her dress looked as clean to him as when he first saw her, but he knew that if a spot appeared on Egwene's dress, nothing would do but that she cleaned it immediately. "Of course." He opened the capacious pocket into which he had stuffed everything except the banner and pulled out one of the white silk shirts.
"Thank you." Her hands went behind her back. To the buttons, he realized.
Eyes wide, he spun16 away from her.
"If you could help me with these, it would be much easier."
Rand cleared his throat. "It would not be proper. It isn't as if we were promised, or . . . ." Stop thinking about that! You can never marry anyone. "It just wouldn't be proper."
Her soft laugh sent a shiver down his back, as if she had run a finger along his spine17. He tried not to listen to the rustlings behind him. He said, "Ah . . . tomorrow . . . tomorrow, we'll leave for Cairhien."
"And what of the Horn of Valere?"
"Maybe we were wrong. Maybe they are not coming here at all. Hurin says there are a number of passes through Kinslayer's Dagger. If they went only a little further west, they do not have to come into the mountains at all."
"But the trail we followed came here. They will come here. The Horn will come here. You may turn around, now."
"You say that, but we don't know . . . ." He turned, and the words died in his mouth. Her dress lay across her arm, and she wore his shirt, hanging in baggy18 folds on her. It was a long-tailed shirt, made for his height, but she was tall for a woman. The bottom of it came little more than halfway19 down her thighs20. It was not as if he had never seen a girl's legs before; girls in the Two Rivers always tied up their skirts to go wading21 in Waterwood ponds. But they stopped doing it well before they were old enough to braid their hair, and this was in the dark, besides. The moonlight seemed to make her skin glow.
"What is it you don't know, Rand?"
The sound of her voice unfroze his joints22. With a loud cough, he whirled to face the other way. "Ah . . . I think . . . ah . . . I . . . ah. . . ."
"Think of the glory, Rand." Her hand touched his back, and he almost shamed himself with a squeak23. "Think of the glory that will come to the one who finds the Horn of Valere. How proud I'll be to stand beside him who holds the Horn. You have no idea the heights we will scale together, you and I. With the Horn of Valere in your hand, you can be a king. You can be another Artur Hawkwing. You. . . ."
"Lord Rand!" Hurin panted into the campsite. "My Lord, they . . . .' He skidded24 to a halt, suddenly making a gurgling sound. His eyes dropped to the ground, and he stood wringing25 his hands. "Forgive me, my Lady. I didn't mean to .... I. . . . Forgive me."
Loial sat up, his blanket and cloak falling away. "What's happening? Is it my turn to watch already?" He looked toward Rand and Selene, and even in the moonlight the widening of his eyes was plain.
Rand heard Selene sigh behind him. He stepped away from her, still not looking at her. Her legs are so white, so smooth. "What is it, Hurin?" He made his voice more moderate; was he angry with Hurin, himself, or Selene? No reason to be angry with her. "Did you see something, Hurin?"
The sniffer spoke26 without raising his eyes. "A fire, my Lord, down in the hills. I didn't see it at first. They made it small, and hid it, but they hid it from somebody following them, not somebody ahead, and up above. Two miles, Lord Rand. Less than three, for sure."
"Fain," Rand said. "Ingtar would not be afraid of anyone following him. It must be Fain." Suddenly he did not know what to do, now. They had been waiting for Fain, but now that the man was only a mile or so away, he was uncertain. "In the morning . . . . In the morning, we will follow. When Ingtar and the others catch up, we'll be able to point right to them. "
"So," Selene said. "You will let this Ingtar take the Horn of Valere. And the glory."
"I don't want . . . ." Without thinking, he turned, and there she was, legs pale in the moonlight, and as unconcerned that they were bare as if she were alone. As if we were alone, the thought came. She wants the man who finds the Horn. "Three of us cannot take it away from them. Ingtar has twenty lances with him."
"You don't know you cannot take it. How many followers27 does this man have? You don't know that, either." Her voice was calm, but intent. "You don't even know if these men camped down there do have the Horn. The only way is to go down yourself and see. Take the alantin; his kind have sharp eyes, even by moonlight. And he has the strength to carry the Horn in its chest, if you make the right decision."
She's right. You do not know for sure if it's Fain. A fine thing it would be to have Hurin casting about for a trail that was not there, all of them out in the open if the real Darkfriends did finally come. "I will go alone," he said. "Hurin and Loial will stand guard for you."
Laughing, Selene came to him so gracefully28 it almost seemed she danced. Moonshadows veiled her face in mystery as she looked up at him, and mystery made her even more beautiful. "I am capable of guarding myself, until you return to protect me. Take the alantin. "
"She is right, Rand," Loial said, rising. "I can see better by moonlight than you. With my eyes, we may not need to go as close as you would alone. "
"Very well." Rand strode over to his sword and buckled29 it at his waist. Bow and quiver he left where they lay; a bow was not of much use in the dark, and he intended to look, not fight. "Hurin, show me this fire."
The sniffer led him scrambling30 up the slope to the outcrop, like a huge stone thumb thrust out of the mountain. The fire was only a speck-he missed it the first time Hurin pointed32. Whoever had made it did not mean for it to be seen. He fixed33 it in his head.
By the time they returned to the camp, Loial had saddled Red and his own horse. As Rand climbed to the bay's back, Selene caught his hand. "Remember the glory," she said softly. "Remember." The shirt seemed to fit her better than he recalled, molding itself to her form.
He drew a deep breath and took his hand back. "Guard her with your life, Hurin. Loial?" He heeled Red's flanks gently. The Ogier's big mount plodded34 along behind.
They did not try to move quickly. Night shrouded35 the mountainside, and moon-cast shadows made footing uncertain. Rand could not see the fire any longer - no doubt it was better hidden from eyes on the same level - but he had its location in his mind. For someone who had learned to hunt in the tangle36 of the Westwood, in the Two Rivers, finding the fire would be no great difficulty. And what then? Selene's face loomed37 before him. How proud I'll be to stand beside him who holds the Horn.
"Loial," he said suddenly, trying to clear his thoughts, "what's this alantin she calls you?"
"It's the Old Tongue, Rand." The Ogier's horse picked its way uncertainly, but he guided it almost as surely as if it were daylight. "It means Brother, and is short for tia avende alantin. Brother to the Trees. Treebrother. It is very formal, but then, I've heard the Cairhienin are formal. The noble Houses are, at least. The common people I saw there were not very formal at all."
Rand frowned. A shepherd would not be very acceptable to a formal Cairhienin noble House. Light, Mat's right about you. You're crazy, and with a big head to boot. But if I could marry . . . .
He wished he could stop thinking, and before he realized it, the void had formed within him, making thoughts distant things, as if part of someone else. Saidin shone at him, beckoned38 to him. He gritted39 his teeth and ignored it; it was like ignoring a burning coal inside his head, but at least he could hold it at bay. Barely. He almost left the void, but the Darkfriends were out there in the night, and closer, now. And the Trollocs. He needed the emptiness, needed even the uneasy calm of the void. I don't have to touch it. I don't.
After a time, he reined40 in Red. They stood at the base of a hill, the wide-scattered41 trees on its slopes black in the night. "I think we must be close by now," he said softly. "Best we go the rest of the way on foot." He slid from the saddle and tied the bay's reins42 to a branch.
"Are you all right?" Loial whispered, climbing down. "You sound odd."
"I'm fine." His voice sounded tight, he realized. Stretched. Saidin called to him. No! "Be careful. I can't be sure exactly how far it is, but that fire should be somewhere just- ahead of us. On the hilltop, I think." The Ogier nodded.
Slowly Rand stole from tree to tree, placing each foot carefully, holding his sword tight so it did not clatter43 against a tree trunk. He was grateful for the lack of undergrowth. Loial followed like a big shadow; Rand could not see much more of him than that. Everything was moonshadows and darkness.
Suddenly some trick of the moonlight resolved the shadows ahead of him, and he froze, touching the rough bole of a leatherleaf. Dim mounds44 on the ground became men wrapped in blankets, and apart from them a group of larger mounds. Sleeping Trollocs. They had doused46 the fire. One moonbeam, moving through the branches, caught a shine of gold and silver on the ground, halfway between the two groups. The moonlight seemed to brighten; for an instant he could see clearly. The shape of a sleeping man lay close by to the gleam, but that was not what held his eye. The chest. The Horn. And something atop it, a point of red flashing in the moonbeam. The dagger! Why would Fain put. . . ?
Loial's huge hand settled over Rand's mouth, and a good part of his face besides. He twisted to look at the Ogier. Loial pointed off to his right, slowly, as if motion might attract attention.
At first Rand could not see anything, then a shadow moved, not ten paces away. A tall, bulky shadow, and snouted. Rand's breath caught. A Trolloc. It lifted its snout as if sniffing47. Some of them hunted by scent48.
For an instant the void wavered. Someone stirred in the Darkfriend camp, and the Trolloc turned to peer that way.
Rand froze, letting the calm of emptiness envelope him. His hand was on his sword, but he did not think of it. The void was all. Whatever happened, happened. He watched the Trolloc without blinking.
A moment longer the snouted shadow watched the Darkfriend camp, then, as if satisfied, folded itself down beside a tree. Almost immediately a low sound, like coarse cloth ripping, drifted from it.
Loial put his mouth close to Rand's ear. "It's asleep," he whispered incredulously.
Rand nodded. Tam had told him Trollocs were lazy, apt to give up any task but killing49 unless fear kept them to it. He turned back to the camp.
All was still and quiet there again. The moonbeam no longer shone on the chest, but he knew now which shadow it was. He could see it in his mind, floating beyond the void, glittering golden, chased with silver, in the glow of saidin. The Horn of Valere and the dagger Mat needed, both almost within reach of his hand. Selene's face drifted with the chest. They could follow Fain's party in the morning, and wait until Ingtar joined them. If Ingtar did come, if he still followed the trail without his sniffer. No, there would never be a better chance. All within reach of his hand. Selene was waiting on the mountain.
Motioning for Loial to follow, Rand dropped to his belly50 and crawled toward the chest. He heard the Ogier's muffled51 gasp52, but his eyes were fixed on that one shadowed mound45 ahead.
Darkfriends and Trollocs lay to left and right of him, but once he had seen Tam stalk close enough to a deer to put his hand on its flank before the animal bounded off; he had tried to learn from Tam. Madness! The thought flew by dimly, almost out of reach. This is madness! You - are - going - mad! Dim thoughts; someone else's thoughts.
Slowly, silently, he slithered to that one special shadow, and put out a hand. Ornate traceries worked in gold met his touch. It was the chest that held the Horn of Valere. His hand touched something else, on the lid. The dagger, bare-bladed. In the dark, his eyes widened. Remembering what it had done to Mat, he jerked back, the void shifting with his agitation53.
The man sleeping nearby-no more than two paces from the chest; no one else lay so close by spans-groaned in his sleep and thrashed at his blankets. Rand allowed the void to sweep thought and fear away. Murmuring uneasily in his sleep, the man stilled.
Rand let his hand go back to the dagger, not quite touching it. It had not harmed Mat in the beginning. Not much, at least; not quickly. In one swift motion he lifted the dagger, stuck it behind his belt, and pulled his hand away, as if it might help to minimize the time it touched his bare skin. Perhaps it would, and Mat would die without the dagger. He could feel it there, almost a weight pulling him down, pressing against him. But in the void sensation was as distant as thought, and the feel of the dagger faded quickly to something he was used to.
He wasted only a moment more staring at the shadow-wrapped chest - the Horn had to be inside, but he did not know how to open it and he could not lift it by himself - then he looked around for Loial. He found the Ogier crouched54 not far behind him, massive head swiveling as he peered back and forth55 from sleeping human Darkfriends to sleeping Trollocs. Even in the night it was plain Loial's eyes were as wide as they could go; they looked as big as saucers in the light of the moon. Rand reached out and took Loial's hand.
The Ogier gave a start and gasped56. Rand put a finger across his lips, set Loial's hand on the chest, and mimed57 lifting. For a time - it seemed forever, in the night, with Darkfriends and Trollocs all around; it could not have been more than heartbeats - Loial stared. Then, slowly, he put his arms around the golden chest and stood. He made it seem effortless.
Ever so carefully, even more carefully than he had come in, Rand began to walk out of the camp, behind Loial and the chest. Both hands on his sword, he watched the sleeping Darkfriends, the still shapes of the Trollocs. All those shadowed figures began to be swallowed deeper in the darkness as they drew away. Almost free. We've done it!
The man who had been sleeping near the chest suddenly sat up with a strangled yell, then leaped to his feet. "It's gone! Wake, you filth58! It's gooonnne!" Fain's voice; even in the void Rand recognized it. The others scrambled59 erect60, Darkfriends and Trollocs, calling to know what was happening, growling61 and snarling63. Fain's voice rose to a howl. "I know it is you, al'Thor! You're hiding from me, but I know you are out there! Find him! Find him! Al'Thoooor!" Men and Trollocs scattered in every direction.
Wrapped in emptiness, Rand kept moving. Almost forgotten in entering the camp, saidin pulsed at him.
"He cannot see us," Loial whispered low. "Once we reach the horses - "
A Trolloc leaped out of the dark at them, cruel eagle's beak64 in a man's face where mouth and nose should have been, scythe-like sword already whistling through the air.
Rand moved without thought. He was one with the blade. Cat Dances on the Wall. The Trolloc screamed as it fell, screamed again as it died.
"Run, Loial!" Rand commanded. Saidin called to him. "Run!"
He was dimly aware of Loial lumbering65 to an awkward gallop66, but another Trolloc loomed from the night, boar-snouted and tusked67, spiked68 axe69 raised. Smoothly70 Rand glided71 between Trolloc and Ogier; Loial must get the Horn away. Head and shoulders taller than Rand, half again as wide, the Trolloc came at him with a silent snarl62. The Courtier Taps His Fan. No scream, this time. He walked backwards72 after Loial, watching the night. Saidin sang to him, such a sweet song. The Power could burn them all, burn Fain and all the rest to cinders73. No!
Two more Trollocs, wolf and ram31, gleaming teeth and curling horns. Lizard74 in the Thornbush. He rose smoothly from one knee as the second toppled, horns almost brushing his shoulder. The song of saidin caressed75 him with seduction, pulled him with a thousand silken strings76. Burn them all with the Power. No. No! Better dead than that. If I were dead, it would be done with.
A knot of Trollocs came into sight, hunting uncertainly. Three of them, four. Suddenly one pointed to Rand and raised a howl the rest answered as they charged.
"Let it be done with!" Rand shouted, and leaped to meet them.
For an instant surprise slowed them, then they came on with guttural cries, gleeful, bloodthirsty, swords and axes raised. He danced among them to the song of saidin. Hummingbird77 Kisses the Honeyrose. So cunning that song, filling him. Cat on Hot Sand. The sword seemed alive in his hands as it had never been before, and he fought as if a heron-mark blade could keep saidin from him. The Heron Spreads Its Wings.
Rand stared at the motionless shapes on the ground around him. "Better to be dead," he murmured. He raised his eyes, back up the hill toward where the camp lay. Fain was there, and Darkfriends, and more Trollocs.
Too many to fight. Too many to face and live. He took a step that way. Another.
"Rand, come on!" Loial's urgent, whispered call drifted through the emptiness to him. "For life and the Light, Rand, come on!"
Carefully, Rand bent78 to wipe his blade on a Trolloc's coat. Then, as formally as if Lan were watching him train, he sheathed79 it.
"Rand!"
As though he knew of no urgency, Rand joined Loial by the horses. The Ogier was tying the golden chest atop his saddle with straps80 from his saddlebags. His cloak was stuffed underneath81 to help balance the chest on the rounded saddle seat.
Saidin sang no more. It was there, that stomach-turning glow, but it held back as if he truly had fought it off. Wonderingly, he let the void vanish. "I think I am going mad," he said. Suddenly realizing where they were, he peered back the way they had come. Shouts and howls came from half a dozen different directions; signs of search, but none of pursuit. Yet. He swung up onto Red's back.
"Sometimes I do not understand half of what you say," Loial said. "If you must go mad, could it at least wait until we are back with the Lady Selene and Hurin?"
"How are you going to ride with that in your saddle?"
"I will run!" The Ogier suited his words by breaking into a quick trot82, pulling his horse behind him by the reins. Rand followed.
The pace Loial set was as fast as a horse could trot. Rand was sure the Ogier could not keep it for long, but Loial's feet did not flag. Rand decided83 that his boast of once outrunning a horse might really be true. Now and again Loial looked behind them as he ran, but the shouts of Darkfriends and howls of Trollocs faded with distance.
Even when the ground began to slope upwards84 more sharply, Loial's pace barely slowed, and he trotted85 into their campsite on the mountainside with only a little hard breathing.
"You have it." Selene's voice was exultant86 as her gaze rested on the ornately worked chest on Loial's saddle. She was wearing her own dress again; it looked as white as new snow to Rand. "I knew you would make the right choice. May I . . . have a look at it?"
"Did any of them follow, my Lord?" Hurin asked anxiously. He stared at the chest with awe87, but his eyes slid off into the night, down the mountain. "If they followed, we'll have to move quick."
"I do not think they did. Go to the outcrop and see if you can see anything." Rand climbed down from his saddle as Hurin hurried up the mountain. "Selene, I don't know how to open the chest. Loial, do you?" The Ogier shook his head.
"Let me try. . . ." Even for a woman of Selene's height, Loial's saddle was high above the ground. She reached up to touch the finely wrought88 patterns on the chest, ran her hands across them, pressed. There was a click, and she pushed the lid up, let it fall open.
As she stretched on tiptoe to put a hand inside, Rand reached over her shoulder and lifted out the Horn of Valere. He had seen it once before, but never touched it. Though beautifully made, it did not look a thing of great age, or power. A curled golden horn, gleaming in the faint light, with inlaid silver script flowing around the mouth of the bell. He touched the strange letters with a finger. They seemed to catch the moon.
"Tia mi aven Moridin isainde vadin," Selene said. " 'The grave is no bar to my call.' You will be greater than Artur Hawkwing ever was."
"I am taking it to Shienar, to Lord Agelmar." It should go to Tar Valon, he thought, but I'm done with Aes Sedai. Let Agelmar or Ingtar take it to them. He set the Horn back in the chest; it cast back the moonlight, pulled the eye.
"That is madness," Selene said.
Rand flinched89 at the word. "Mad or not, it is what I'm doing. I told you, Selene, I want no part of greatness. Back there, I thought I did. For a while, I thought I wanted things . . . ." Light, she's so beautiful. Egwene. Selene. I'm not worthy90 of either of them. "Something seemed to take hold of me." Saidin came for me, but I fought it off with a sword. Or is that mad, too? He breathed deeply. "Shienar is where the Horn of Valere belongs. Or if not there, Lord Agelmar will know what to do with it."
Hurin appeared from up the mountain. "The fire's there again, Lord Rand, and bigger than ever. And I thought I heard shouting. It was all down in the hills. I don't think they've come upon the mountain, yet."
"You misunderstand me, Rand," Selene said. "You cannot go back, now. You are committed. Those Friends of the Dark will not simply go away because you've taken the Horn from them. Far from it. Unless you know some way to kill them all, they will be hunting you now as you hunted them before."
"No!" Loial and Hurin looked surprised at Rand's vehemence91. He softened92 his tone. "I don't know any way to kill them all. They can live forever for all of me. "
Selene's long hair shifted in waves as she shook her head. "Then you cannot go back, only onward93. You can reach the safety of Cairhien's walls long before you could return to Shienar. Does the thought of a few more days in my company seem so onerous94?"
Rand stared at the chest. Selene's company was far from burdensome, but near her he could not help thinking things he should not. Still, trying to ride back north meant risking Fain and his followers. She was right in that. Fain would never give up. Ingtar would not give up, either. If Ingtar came on southward, and Rand knew of no reason for him to turn aside, he would arrive at Cairhien, soon or late.
"Cairhien," he agreed. "You will have to show me where you live, Selene. I've never been to Cairhien." He reached to close the chest.
"You took something else from the Friends of the Dark?" Selene said. "You spoke earlier of a dagger."
How could I forget? He left the chest as it was and pulled the dagger from his belt. The bare blade curved like a horn, and the quillons were golden serpents. Set in the hilt, a ruby95 as big as his thumbnail winked96 like an evil eye in the moonlight. Ornate as it was, tainted98 as he knew it was, it felt no different from any other knife.
"Be careful," Selene said. "Do not cut yourself."
Rand felt a shiver inside. If simply carrying it was dangerous, he did not want to know what a cut from it would do. "This is from Shadar Logoth," he told the others. "It will twist whoever carries it for long, taint97 them to the bone the way Shadar Logoth is tainted. Without Aes Sedai Healing, that taint will kill, eventually."
"So that is what ails99 Mat," Loial said softly. "I never suspected." Hurin stared at the dagger in Rand's hand and wiped his own hands on the front of his coat. The sniffer did not look happy.
"None of us must handle it any more than is necessary," Rand went on. "I will find some way to carry it - "
"It is dangerous." Selene frowned at the blade as if the snakes were real, and poisonous. "Throw it away. Leave it, or bury it if you wish to keep it, from other hands, but be rid of it."
"Mat needs it," Rand said firmly.
"It is too dangerous. You said so yourself."
"He needs it. The Am . . . the Aes Sedai said he would die without it to use in Healing him." They still have a string on him, but this blade will cut it. Until I'm rid of it, and the Horn, they have a string on me, but I'll not dance however much they pull.
He set the dagger in the chest, inside the curl of the Horn-there was just room for it-and pulled the lid down. It locked with a sharp snap. "That should shield us from it." He hoped it would. Lan said the time to sound most sure was when you were least certain.
"The chest will surely shield us," Selene said in a tight voice. "And now I mean to finish what is left of my night's sleep. "
Rand shook his head. "We are too close. Fain seems able to find me, sometimes. "
"Seek the Oneness if you are afraid," Selene said.
"I want to be as far from those Darkfriends come morning as we can be. I will saddle your mare100."
"Stubborn!" She sounded angry, and when he looked at her, her mouth curved in a smile that never came close to her dark eyes. "A stubborn man is best, once . . . ." Her voice trailed off, and that worried him. Women often seemed to leave things unsaid, and in his limited experience it was what they did not say that proved the most trouble. She watched in silence as he slung101 her saddle onto the white mare's back and bent to fashion the girths.
"Gather them all in!" Fain snarled102. The goat-snouted Trolloc backed away from him. The fire, piled high with wood now, lit the hilltop with flickering103 shadows. His human followers huddled104 near the blaze, fearful to be out in the dark with the rest of the Trollocs. "Gather them, every one that still lives, and if any think to run, let them know they'll get what that one got." He gestured to the first Trolloc that had brought him word al'Thor was not to be found. It still snapped at ground muddied with its own blood, hooves scraping trenches105 as they jerked. "Go," Fain whispered, and the goat-snouted Trolloc ran into the night.
Fain glanced contemptuously at the other humans - They'll have their uses still - then turned to stare into the night, toward Kinslayer's Dagger. Al'Thor was up there, somewhere, in the mountains. With the Horn. His teeth grated audibly at the thought. He did not know where, exactly, but something pulled him toward the mountains. Toward al'Thor. That much of the Dark One's . . . gift . . . remained to him. He had hardly thought of it, had tried not to think of it, until suddenly, after the Horn was gone - Gone! - al'Thor was there, drawing him as meat draws a starving dog.
"I am a dog no longer. A dog no longer!" He heard the others shifting uneasily around the fire, but he ignored them. "You will pay for what was done to me, al'Thor! The world will pay!" He cackled at the night with mad laughter. "The world will pay!"
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lumbering
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