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touched his cheeks。 The skin felt tender； as if sunburned。
Suddenly he realized Mat was twisting and moaning in his sleep。 He shook him； and Mat came awake with a whimper。
〃My eyes！ Oh； Light； my eyes！ He took my eyes！〃
Rand held him close； cradling him against his chest as if he were a baby。 〃You're all right； Mat。 You're all right。 He can't hurt us。 We won't let him。〃 He could feel Mat shaking； sobbing into his coat。 〃He can't hurt us；〃 he whispered； and wished he believed it。 What protects you makes you vulnerable。 I am going mad。
Just before first light the downpour dwindled； the last drizzle fading as dawn came。 The clouds remained； threatening until well into the morning。 The wind came up； then； driving the clouds off to the south； baring a warmthless sun and slicing through their dripping wet clothes。 They had not slept again； but groggily they donned their cloaks and set off eastward； Rand leading Mat by the hand。 After a while Mat even felt well enough to plain about what the rain had done to his bowstring。 Rand would not let him stop to exchange it for a dry string from his pocket； though； not yet。
They came on another village shortly after midday。 Rand shivered harder at the sight of snug brick houses and smoke rising from chimneys； but he kept clear； leading Mat through the woods and fields to the south。 A lone farmer working with a spading fork in a muddy field was the only person he saw； and he took care that the man did not see them； crouching through the trees。 The farmer's attention was all on his work； but Rand kept one eye on him till he was lost to sight。 If any of Gode's men were alive； perhaps they would believe he and Mat had taken the southern road out of Four Kings when they could not find anyone who had seen them in this village。 They came back to the road out of sight of the town； and walked their clothes； if not dry； at least to just damp。
An hour beyond the town a farmer gave them a ride in his half…empty haywain。 Rand had been taken by surprise while lost in worry about Mat。 Mat shielded his eyes from the sun with his hand； weak as the afternoon light was； squinting through slitted lids even so； and he muttered continually about how bright the sun was。 When Rand heard the rumble of the haywain； it was too late already。 The sodden road deadened sound； and the wagon with its two…horse hitch was only fifty yards behind them； the driver already peering at them。
To Rand's surprise he drew up and offered them a lift。 Rand hesitated； but it was too late to avoid being seen； and refusing a ride might fix them in the man's mind。 He helped Mat up to the seat beside the farmer； then climbed up behind him。
Alpert Mull was a stolid man； with a square face and square hands； both worn and grooved from hard work and worry； and he wanted someone to talk to。 His cows had gone dry； his chickens had stopped laying； and there was no pasture worth the name。 For the first time in memory he had had to buy hay； and half a wagon was all 〃old Bain〃 would let him have。 He wondered whether there was any chance of getting hay on his own land this year； or any kind of crop。
〃The Queen should do something； the Light illumine her；〃 he muttered； knuckling his forehead respectfully but absentmindedly。
He hardly looked at Rand or Mat； but when he let them down by the narrow； rail…lined track that led off to his farm； he hesitated； then said； almost as if to himself； 〃I don't know what you're running from； and I don't want to。 I have a wife and children。 You understand？ My family。 It's hard times for helping strangers。〃
Mat tried to stick his hand under his coat； but Rand had his wrist and he held on。 He stood in the road； looking at the man without speaking。
〃If I was a good man；〃 Mull said； 〃I'd offer a couple of lads soaked to the skin a place to dry out and get warm in front of my fire。 But it's hard times； and strangers 。。。 I don't know what you're running from； and I don't want to。 You understand？ My family。〃 Suddenly he pulled two long； woolen scarves； dark and thick； out of his coat pocket。 〃It's not much； but here。 Belong to my boys。 They have others。 You don't know me； understand？ It's hard times。〃
〃We never even saw you；〃 Rand agreed as he took the scarves。 〃You are a good man。 The best we've met in days。〃
The farmer looked surprised； then grateful。 Gathering his reins； he turned his horses down the narrow lane。 Before he pleted the turn Rand was leading Mat on down the Caemlyn Road。
The wind stiffened as dusk closed in。 Mat began to ask querulously when they were going to stop； but Rand kept moving； pulling Mat behind him； searching for more shelter than a spot under a hedge。 With their clothes still clammy and the wind getting colder by the minute； he was not sure they could survive another night in the open。 Night fell without him spotting anything useful。 The wind grew icy； beating his cloak。 Then； through the darkness ahead； he saw lights。 A village。
His hand slid into his pocket； feeling the coins there。 More than enough for a meal and a room for the two of them。 A room out of the cold night。 If they stayed in the open； in the wind and cold in damp clothes； anyone who found them would likely as not find only two corpses。 They just had to keep from attracting any more notice than they could help。 No playing the flute； and with his eyes； Mat certainly could not juggle。 He grasped Mat's hand again and set out toward the beckoning lights。
〃When are we going to stop？〃 Mat asked again。 The way he peered ahead； with his head stuck forward； Rand was not sure if Mat could see him； much less the village lights。
〃When we're somewhere warm；〃 he replied。
Pools of light from house windows lit the streets of the town； and people walked them unconcerned with what might be out in the dark。 The only inn was a sprawling building； all on one floor； with the look of having had rooms added in bunches over the years without any particular plan。 The front door opened to let someone out； and a wave of laughter rolled out after him。
Rand froze in the street； the drunken laughter at The Dancing Cartman echoing in his head。 He watched the man go down the street with a none…too…steady stride； then took a deep breath and pushed the door open。 He took care that his cloak covered his sword。 Laughter swept over him。
Lamps hanging from the high ceiling made the room bright； and right away he could see and feel the difference from Saml Hake's inn。 There was no drunkenness here； for one thing。 The room was filled with people who looked to be farmers and townsmen； if not entirely sober； not too far from it。 The laughter was real； if a bit forced around the edges。 People laughing to forget their troubles； but with true mirth in it； too。 The mon room itself was neat and clean； and warm from a fire roaring in a big fireplace at the far end。 The serving maids' smiles were as warm as the fire； and when they laughed Rand could tell it was because they wanted to。
The innkeeper was as clean as his inn； with a gleaming white apron around his bulk。 Rand was glad to see he was a stout man； he doubted if he would ever again trust a skinny innkeeper。 His name was Rulan Allwine … good omen； Rand thought； with so much of the sound of Emond's Field to it … and he eyed them up and down； then politely mentioned paying in advance。
〃Not suggesting you're the sort； understand； but there's some on the road these days aren't too particular about paying up e morning。 Seems to be a lot of young folks headed for Caemlyn。〃
Rand was not offended； not as damp and bedraggled as he was。 When Master Allwine mentioned the price； though； his eyes widened； and Mat made a sound as if he had choked on something。
The innkeeper's jowls swung as he shook his head regretfully； but he seemed to be used to it。 〃Times are hard；〃 he said in a resigned voice。 〃There isn't much； and what there is costs five times what it used to。 It'll be more next month； I'll lay oath on it。〃
Rand dug his money out and looked at Mat。 Mat's mouth tightened stubbornly。 〃You want to sleep under a hedge？〃 Rand asked。 Mat