Perrin eyed the villagers warily1, self-consciously hitching2 at a too-short cloak, embroidered3 on the chest and with some holes in it not even patched, but none of them gave him a second glance despite his strange mix of clothes and the axe4 on his hip5. Hurin had a coat with blue spirals across the chest under his cloak, and Mat wore a pair of baggy6 trousers that made bunches where they were stuffed into his boots. That had been all they had been able to find that would fit back in the abandoned village. Perrin wondered if this one would be abandoned soon. Half the stone houses were empty, and in front of the inn, up the dirt street from them, three ox carts, loaded too heavily in great mounds7 and everything covered with roped canvas, stood with families gathered around them.
As he watched them, huddling8 together and saying their goodbyes to those who were staying, at least for the time being, Perrin decided9 it was not lack of interest in strangers on the villagers' part; they were carefully avoiding looking at him and the others. These people had learned not to show curiosity about strangers, even strangers who were obviously not Seanchan. Strangers might be dangerous these days on Toman Head. They had encountered the same studious indifference10 in other villages. There were more towns here within a few leagues of the coast, every one holding itself independent. At any rate, they had until the Seanchan came.
"I say it's time to go get the horses," Mat said, "before they decide to start asking questions. There has to be a first time for it."
Hurin was staring at a big, blackened circle of ground that marred12 the brown grass of the village green. It had a weathered look, but no one had done anything to erase13 it. "Maybe six or eight months ago," he muttered, "and it still stinks14. The whole Village Council and their families. Why would they do a thing like that?"
"Who knows why they do anything?" Mat muttered. "Seanchan don't seem to need a reason for killing15 people. None I can figure out, anyway."
Perrin tried not to look at the charred16 patch. "Hurin, are you sure about Fain? Hurin?" It had been hard to make the sniffer look at anything else since they entered the village. "Hurin!"
"What? Oh. Fain. Yes." Hurin's nostrils17 flared18, and right away he wrinkled his nose. "There's no mistaking that, even old as it is. Makes a Myrddraal smell like roses. He passed through here all right, but I think he was alone. No Trollocs, anyway, and if he had any Darkfriends with him, they hadn't been up to much lately."
There was some sort of agitation19 up by the inn, people shouting and pointing. Not at Perrin and the other two, but at something Perrin could not see in the low hills east of the village.
"Can we get the horses now?" Mat said. "That could be Seanchan."
Perrin nodded, and they broke into a run for where they had tied their horses behind an abandoned house. As Mat and Hurin disappeared around the corner of the house, Perrin looked back toward the inn and stopped in astonishment20. The Children of the Light were riding into town, a long column of them.
He leaped after the others. "Whitecloaks!"
They wasted only an instant staring at him in disbelief before they were scrambling21 into their saddles. Keeping houses between them and the main street of the village, the three galloped22 out of the village westward23, watching over their shoulders for pursuit. Ingtar had told them to avoid anything that might slow them down, and Whitecloaks asking questions would certainly do that, even if they could manage answers that satisfied. Perrin kept an even closer watch than the other two; he had his own reasons for not wanting to meet Whitecloaks. The axe in my hands. Light, what I wouldn't give to change that.
The lightly wooded hills soon hid the village, and Perrin began to think maybe there was nothing chasing them after all. He reined24 in and motioned the other two to stop. When they did, eyeing him questioningly, he listened. His ears were sharper than they once had been, but he heard no sounds of hoofbeats.
Reluctantly, he reached out with his mind in search of wolves. Almost immediately he found them, a small pack, lying up for the day in the hills above the village they had just left. There were moments of astonishment so strong he almost thought it was his own; these wolves had heard rumors25, but they had not really believed there were two-legs who could talk to their kind. He sweated through the minutes it took to get past introducing himself - he gave the image of Young Bull in spite of himself, and added his own smell, according to the custom among wolves; wolves were great ones for formalities on first meetings - but finally he managed to get his question through. They really had no interest in any two-legs who could not talk to them, but at last they glided26 down to take a look, unseen by the dull eyes of the two-legs.
After a time, images came back to him, what the wolves saw. Whitecloaked men on horses crowding around the village, riding among the houses, riding around it, but none leaving. Especially not westward. The wolves said all they smelled moving west was himself and two other two-legs with three of the hard-footed tall ones.
Perrin let go the contact with the wolves gratefully. He was aware of Hurin and Mat looking at him.
"They aren't following," he said.
"How can you be sure?" Mat demanded.
"I am!" he snapped, then more softly, "I just am."
Mat opened his mouth and closed it again, and finally said, "Well, if they aren't coming after us, I say we go back to Ingtar and get on Fain's trail. That dagger27 isn't coming any closer just standing28 here."
"We can't pick it up again this close to that village," Hurin said. "Not without risking running into Whitecloaks. I don't think Lord Ingtar would appreciate that, and not Verin Sedai, neither."
Perrin nodded. "We'll follow it on a few miles, anyway. But keep a close lookout29. We can't be too far from Falme, now. It won't do any good to avoid the Whitecloaks and ride right into a Seanchan patrol."
As they started out again, he could not help wondering what Whitecloaks were doing there.
Geofram Bornhald peered down the village street, sitting his saddle while the legion spread through the small town and surrounded it. There had been something about the heavy-shouldered man who had dashed out of sight, something that tickled30 his memory. Yes, of course. The lad who claimed to be a blacksmith. What was his name?
Byar pulled up in front of him, hand on heart. "The village is secured, my Lord Captain."
Villagers in heavy sheepskin coats milled uneasily as white-cloaked soldiers herded31 them together near the overloaded32 carts in front of the inn. Crying children clung to their mothers' skirts, but no one looked defiant33. Dull eyes stared out of the adult faces, waiting passively for whatever was going to happen. For that much, Bornhald was grateful. He had no real desire to make an example of any of these people, and no wish at all to waste time.
Dismounting, he tossed his reins34 to one of the Children. "See that the men are fed, Byar. Put the prisoners in the inn with as much food and water as they can carry, then nail all the doors and shutters35 closed. Make them think I am leaving some men to stand guard, yes?"
Byar touched his heart again and wheeled his horse to shout orders. The herding36 began anew, into the flat-roofed inn, while other Children ransacked37 houses searching for hammers and nails.
Watching the sullen38 faces that filed past him, Bornhald thought it should be two or three days before any of them found enough courage to break out of the inn and find there were no guards. Two or three days was all he needed, but he did not intend to risk alerting the Seanchan to his presence now.
Leaving enough men behind to make the Questioners believe his entire legion was still scattered39 across Almoth Plain, he had brought more than a thousand of the Children nearly the length of Toman Head without giving alarm, so far as he knew. Three skirmishes with Seanchan patrols had ended quickly. The Seanchan had grown used to facing already defeated rabble40; the Children of the Light had been a deadly surprise. Yet the Seanchan knew how to fight like the Dark One's hordes41, and he could not help remembering the one skirmish that had cost him better than fifty men. He was still not sure which of the two arrow-riddled women he had stared at afterwards had been the Aes Sedai.
"Byar!" One of Bornhald's men handed him water in a pottery42 cup from one of the carts; it was icy in his throat.
The gaunt-faced man swung down from his saddle. "Yes, my Lord Captain?"
"When I engage the enemy, Byar," Bornhald said slowly, "you will not take part. You will watch from a distance, and you will carry word to my son of what happens."
"But my Lord Captain - !"
"That is my order, Child Byar!" he snapped. "You will obey, yes?"
Byar's back stiffened43, and he stared straight ahead. "As you command, my Lord Captain."
Bornhald studied him for a moment. The man would do as he was told, but it would be better to give him another reason than letting Dain know how his father had died. It was not as if he did not have knowledge that was urgently needed in Amador. Since that skirmish with the Aes Sedai. Was it one of them, or both? Thirty Seanchan soldiers, good fighters, and two women cost me twice the casualties they did. - since then, he no longer expected to live to leave Toman Head. In the small chance the Seanchan did not see to it, very likely the Questioners would.
"When you have found my son - he should be with Lord Captain Eamon Valda near Tar11 Valon - and told him, you will ride to Amador, and report to the Lord Captain Commander. To Pedron Niall personally, Child Byar. You will tell him what we have learned of the Seanchan; I will write it out for you. Be sure he understands that we can no longer count on the Tar Valon witches being content with manipulating events from the shadows. If they fight openly for the Seanchan, we will surely face them elsewhere." He hesitated. That last was the most important of all. They had to know under the Dome44 of Truth that for all their vaunted oaths, Aes Sedai would march into battle. It gave him a sinking feeling, a world where Aes Sedai wielded45 the Power in battle; he was not sure that he would regret leaving it. But there was one more message he wanted carried to Amador. "And, Byar . . . tell Pedron Niall how we were used by the Questioners."
"As you command, my Lord Captain," Byar said, but Bornhald sighed at the expression on his face. The man did not understand. To Byar, orders were to be obeyed whether they came from the Lord Captain or the Questioners, whatever they were.
"I will write that out for you to hand to Pedron Niall as well," he said. He was not sure how much good it would do in any case. A thought came to him, and he frowned at the inn, where some of his men were loudly hammering nails through shutters and doors. "Perrin," he muttered. "That was his name. Perrin, from the Two Rivers."
"The Darkfriend, my Lord Captain?"
"Perhaps, Byar." He was not entirely46 certain, himself, but surely a man who seemed to have wolves fight for him could be nothing else. Certainly, this Perrin had killed two of the Children. "I thought I saw him when we rode in, but I do not remember anyone among the prisoners who looked like a blacksmith."
"Their blacksmith left a month ago, my Lord Captain. Some of them were complaining that they'd have been gone before we came if they had not had to mend their cartwheels themselves. Do you believe it was the man Perrin, my Lord Captain?"
"Whoever it was, he is not accounted for, no? And he may carry word of us to the Seanchan."
"A Darkfriend would surely do so, my Lord Captain."
Bornhald gulped47 the last of the water and tossed the cup aside. "There will be no meal for the men here, Byar. I will not let these Seanchan catch me napping, whether it is Perrin of the Two Rivers or someone else who warns them. Mount the legion, Child Byar!"
Far above their heads, a huge, winged shape circled, unnoticed.
In the clearing amid the hilltop thicket48 where they had made their camp, Rand worked the forms with his sword. He wanted to keep from thinking. He had had his chances to search with Hurin for Fain's trail; they all had, in twos and threes so they would not attract attention, and they had all found nothing so far. Now they waited for Mat and Perrin to come back with the sniffer; they should have been back hours ago.
Loial was reading, of course, and there was no telling if his ear-twitching was over his book or the scouting49 party's lateness, but Uno and most of the Shienaran soldiers sat tensely, oiling their swords, or kept watch through the trees as if they expected Seanchan to appear any moment. Only Verin appeared unconcerned. The Aes Sedai sat on a log beside their small fire, murmuring to herself and writing in the dirt with a long stick; every so often she would shake her head and scrub it all out with her foot and start over again. All the horses were saddled and ready to go, the Shienarans' animals each tied to a lance driven into the ground.
"Heron Wading50 in the Rushes," Ingtar said. He sat with his back against a tree, sliding a sharpening stone along his sword and watching Rand. "You should not be bothering with that one. It leaves you completely open."
For an instant Rand balanced on the ball of one foot, sword held reversed in both hands over his head, then shifted smoothly51 to the other foot. "Lan says it's good for developing balance." It was not easy keeping his balance. In the void it often seemed he could maintain his equilibrium52 atop a rolling boulder53, but he did not dare assume the void. He wanted to too much to trust himself.
"What you practice too often, you use without thinking. You will put your sword in the other man with that, if you're quick, but not before he has his through your ribs54. You are practically inviting55 him. I don't think I could see a man face me so open and not put my sword in him, even knowing he might strike home at me if I did."
"It's only for balance, Ingtar. " Rand wavered on one foot, and had to put the other down to keep from falling. He slammed the blade into its scabbard and picked up the gray cloak that had been his disguise. It was moth-eaten, and ragged56 around the bottom, but lined with thick fleece, and the wind was picking up, cold and out of the west. "I wish they'd come back."
As if his wish had been a signal, Uno spoke57 up with quiet urgency. "Bloody58 horsemen coming, my Lord." Scabbards rattled59 as men who did not already have their blades out bared them. Some leaped into their saddles, snatching up lances.
The tension faded as Hurin led the others into the clearing at a trot60, and came again as he spoke. "We found the trail, Lord Ingtar."
"We followed it almost to Falme," Mat said as he dismounted. A flush in his pale cheeks seemed a mocking of health; the skin was tight over his skull61. The Shienarans gathered around, as excited as he was. "It's just Fain, but there isn't anywhere else he could be going. He must have the dagger."
"We found Whitecloaks, too," Perrin said, swinging down from his saddle. "Hundreds of them."
"Whitecloaks?" Ingtar exclaimed, frowning. "Here? Well, if they do not trouble us, we will not trouble them. Perhaps if the Seanchan are occupied with them, it will help us reach the Horn." His eyes fell on Verin, still seated by the fire. "I suppose you will tell me I should have listened to you, Aes Sedai. The man did go to Falme."
"The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills," Verin said placidly62. "With ta'veren, what happens is what was meant to happen. It may be the Pattern demanded these extra days. The Pattern puts everything in its place precisely63, and when we try to alter it, especially if ta'veren are involved, the weaving changes to put us back into the Pattern as we were meant to be." There was an uneasy silence that she did not seem to notice; she sketched64 on idly with the stick. "Now, however, I think perhaps we should make plans. The Pattern has brought us to Falme at last. The Horn of Valere has been taken to Falme."
Ingtar squatted65 across the fire from her. "When enough people say the same thing, I tend to believe it, and the local people say the Seanchan do not seem to care who comes or goes in Falme. I will take Hurin and a few others into the town. Once he follows Fain's trail to the Horn . . . well, then we shall see what we shall see."
With her foot, Verin scrubbed out a wheel she had drawn66 in the dirt. In its place she drew two short lines that touched at one end. "Ingtar and Hurin. And Mat, as he can sense the dagger if he comes close enough. You do want to go, don't you, Mat?"
Mat appeared torn, but he gave a jerky nod. "I have to, don't I? I have to find that dagger."
A third line made a bird track. Verin looked sideways at Rand.
"I'll go," he said. "That is why I came." An odd light appeared in the Aes Sedai's eyes, a knowing glimmer67 that made him uneasy. "To help Mat find the dagger," he said sharply, "and Ingtar find the Horn." And Fain, he added to himself. I have to find Fain if it isn't already too late.
Verin scratched a fourth line, turning the bird track to a lopsided star. "And who else?" she said softly. She held the stick poised68.
"Me," Perrin said, a hair before Loial chimed in with, "I think I would like to go, too," and Uno and the other Shienarans all began clamoring to join.
"Perrin spoke first," Verin said, as if that settled it. She added a fifth line and drew a circle around all five. The hair on Rand's neck stirred; it was the same wheel she had rubbed out in the first place. "Five ride forth69," she murmured.
"I really would like to see Falme," Loial said. "I've never seen the Aryth Ocean. Besides, I can carry the chest, if the Horn is still in it."
"You'd better include me at least, my Lord," Uno said. "You and Lord Rand will need another sword at your backs if those bloody Seanchan try to stop you." The rest of the soldiers rumbled70 the same sentiment.
"Do not be silly," Verin said sharply. Her stare silenced them all. "All of you cannot go. No matter how uncaring the Seanchan are about strangers, they will surely take notice of twenty soldiers, and you look like nothing else even without armor. And one or two of you will make no difference. Five is few enough to enter without attracting attention, and it is fitting that three of them should be the three ta'veren among us. No, Loial, you must stay behind, too. There are no Ogier on Toman Head. You would attract as many eyes as all the rest put together."
"What about you?" Rand asked.
Verin shook her head. "You forget the damane." Her mouth twisted around the word in distaste. "The only way I could help you would be if I channeled the Power, and that would be no help at all if I brought those down on you. Even if they were not close enough to see, one might well feel a woman - or a man, for that matter - channeling, if care was not taken to keep the Power channeled small." She did not look at Rand; to him, she seemed ostentatious in not doing so, and Mat and Perrin were suddenly intent on their own feet.
"A man," Ingtar snorted. "Verin Sedai, why add problems? We have enough already without supposing men channeling. But it would be well if you were there. If we have need of you - "
"No, you five must go alone." Her foot scrubbed across the wheel drawn in the dirt, partially71 obliterating72 it. She studied each of them in turn, intent and frowning. "Five will ride forth."
For a moment it seemed that Ingtar would ask again, but meeting her level gaze, he shrugged73 and turned to Hurin. "How long to reach Falme?"
The sniffer scratched his head. "If we left now and rode through the night, we could be there by sunrise tomorrow morning."
"Then that is what we will do. I'll waste no more time. All of you saddle your horses. Uno, I warn you to bring the others along behind us, but keep out of sight, and do not let anyone . . . ."
Rand peered at the sketched wheel as Ingtar went on with his instructions. It was a broken wheel, now, with only four spokes74. For some reason that made him shiver. He realized Verin was watching him, dark eyes bright and intent like a bird's. It took an effort to pull his gaze away and begin getting his things together.
You're letting fancies take you, he told himself irritably75. She can't do anything if she isn't there.
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