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then。〃 The thumb rose。 〃You know Trollocs； and Myrddraal。 This far south； only a few scholars and those who have traveled in the Borderlands believe they are anything but stories。 Perhaps you have been to the Borderlands？ If so； tell me where？ I have traveled a good deal in the Borderlands； I know them well。 No？ Ah； well； then。〃 He looked at his spread hand； then dropped it hard on the table。 The grandfatherly expression said the grandchildren had been up to some very serious mischief indeed。 〃Why do you not tell me the truth of how you came to be running in the night with wolves？〃
Egwene opened her mouth； but Perrin saw the stubborn set of her jaw and knew right away she was going to tell one of the stories they had worked out。 That would not do。 Not now； not here。 His head ached； and he wished he had time to think it out； but there was no time。 Who could tell where this Bornhald had traveled； with what lands and cities he was familiar？ If he caught them in a lie； there would be no going back to the truth。 Bornhald would be convinced they were Darkfriends； then。
〃We're from the Two Rivers；〃 he said quickly。
Egwene stared at him openly before she caught herself； but he pressed on with the truth … or a version of it。 The two of them had left the Two Rivers to see Caemlyn。 On the way they had heard of the ruins of a great city； but when they found Shadar Logoth； there were Trollocs there。 The two of them managed to escape across the River Arinelle； but by that time they were pletely lost。 Then they fell in with a man who offered to guide them to Caemlyn。 He had said his name was none of their business； and he hardly seemed friendly； but they needed a guide。 The first either of them had seen of wolves had been after the Children of the Light appeared。 All they had been trying to do was hide so they would not get eaten by wolves or killed by the men on horses。
〃。。。 If we'd known you were Children of the Light；〃 he finished； 〃we'd have gone to you for help。〃
Byar snorted with disbelief。 Perrin did not care overmuch； if the Lord Captain was convinced； Byar could not harm them。 It was plain that Byar would stop breathing if Lord Captain Bornhald told him to。
〃There is no Warder in that；〃 the gray…haired man said after a moment。
Perrin's invention failed him； he knew he should have taken time to think it out。 Egwene leaped into the breach。 〃We met him in Baerlon。 The city was crowded with men who had e down from the mines after the winter； and we were put at the same table in an inn。 We only talked to him for the length of a meal。〃
Perrin breathed again。 Thank you； Egwene。
〃Give them back their belongings； Child Byar。 Not the weapons； of course。〃 When Byar looked at him in surprise； Bornhald added； 〃Or are you one of those who have taken to looting the unenlightened； Child Byar？ It is a bad business； that； yes？ No man can be a thief and walk in the Light。〃 Byar seemed to struggle with disbelief at the suggestion。
〃Then you're letting us go？〃 Egwene sounded surprised。 Perrin lifted his head to stare at the Lord Captain。
〃Of course not； child；〃 Bornhald said sadly。 〃You may be telling the truth about being from the Two Rivers； since you know about Baerlon； and the mines。 But Shadar Logoth 。。。 ？ That is a name very； very few know； most of them Darkfriends； and anyone who knows enough to know the name； knows enough not to go there。 I suggest you think of a better story on the journey to Amador。 You will have time； since we must pause in Caemlyn。 Preferably the truth； child。 There is freedom in truth and the Light。 〃
Byar forgot some of his diffidence toward the gray…haired man。 He spun from the prisoners； and there was an outraged snap to his words。 〃You can't！ It is not allowed！〃 Bornhald raised one eyebrow quizzically； and Byar pulled himself up short； swallowing。 〃Forgive me； my Lord Captain。 I forgot myself； and I humbly beg pardon and submit myself for penance； but as my Lord Captain himself has pointed out； we must reach Caemlyn in time； and with most of our remounts gone； we will be hard pressed enough without carrying prisoners along。〃
〃And what would you suggest？〃 Bornhald asked calmly。
〃The penalty for Darkfriends is death。〃 The flat voice made it all the more jarring。 He might have been suggesting stepping on a bug。 〃There is no truce with the Shadow。 There is no mercy for Darkfriends。〃
〃Zeal is to be applauded； Child Byar； but； as I must often tell my son； Dain； overzealousness can be a grievous fault。 Remember that the Tenets also say； 'No man is so lost that he cannot be brought to the Light。' These two are young。 They cannot yet be deep in the Shadow。 They can yet be led to the Light； if they will only allow the Shadow to be lifted from their eyes。 We must give them that chance。〃
For a moment Perrin almost felt affection for the grandfatherly man who stood between them and Byar。 Then Bornhald turned his grandfather's smile on Egwene。
〃If you refuse to e to the Light by the time we reach Amador； I will be forced to turn you over to the Questioners； and beside them Byar's zeal is but a candle beside the sun。〃 The gray…haired man sounded like a man who regretted what he must do； but who had no intention of ever doing anything but his duty as he saw it。 〃Repent； renounce the Dark One； e to the Light； confess your sins and tell what you know of this vileness with wolves； and you will be spared that。 You will walk free； in the Light。〃 His gaze centered on Perrin； and he sighed sadly。 Ice filled Perrin's spine。 〃But you； just Perrin from the Two Rivers。 You killed two of the Children。〃 He touched the axe that Byar still held。 〃For you； I fear； a gibbet waits in Amador。〃
Chapter 31
Play for Your Supper
Rand narrowed his eyes； watching the dust…tail that rose ahead； three or four bends of the road away。 Mat was already headed toward the wild hedgerow alongside the roadway。 Its evergreen leaves and densely intermeshed branches would hide them as well as a stone wall； if they could find a way through to the other side。 The other side of the road was marked by the sparse brown skeletons of head…high bushes； and beyond was an open field for half a mile to the woods。 It might have been part of a farm not too long abandoned； but it offered no quick hiding place。 He tried to judge the speed of the dust…tail； and the wind。
A sudden gust swirled road dust up around him； obscuring everything。 He blinked and adjusted the plain； dark scarf across his nose and mouth。 None too clean now； it made his face itch； but it kept him from inhaling dust with every breath。 A farmer had given it to him； a long…faced man with grooves in his cheeks from worry。
〃I don't know what you're running from；〃 he had said with an anxious frown； 〃and I don't want to。 You understand？ My family。〃 Abruptly the farmer had dug two long scarves out of his coat pocket and pushed the tangle of wool at them。 〃It's not much； but here。 Belong to my boys。 They have others。 You don't know me； understand？ It's hard times。〃
Rand treasured the scarf。 The list of kindnesses he had made in his mind in the days since Whitebridge was a short one； and he did not believe it would get much longer。
Mat； all but his eyes hidden by the scarf wrapped around his head； hunted swiftly along the tall hedgerow； pulling at the leafy branches。 Rand touched the heron…marked hilt at his belt； but let his hand fall away。 Once already； cutting a hole through a hedge had almost given them away。 The dust…tail was moving toward them； and staying together too long。 Not the wind。 At least it was not raining。 Rain settled the dust。 No matter how hard it fell； it never turned the hard…packed road to mud； but when it rained there was no dust。 Dust was the only warning they had before whoever it was came close enough to hear。 Sometimes that was too late。
〃Here；〃 Mat called softly。 He seemed to step right through the hedge。
Rand hurried to the spot。 Someone had cut a hole there； once。 It was partly grown over； and from three feet away it looked as solid as the rest； but close up there was only a thin screen of branches。 As he pu