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Abruptly Rand realized what had been odd about the horseman； aside from his being there at all。 The wind that beat at Tam and him had not so much as shifted a fold of that black cloak。 His mouth was suddenly dry。 He must have imagined it。 His father was right； this was a morning to prickle a man's imagination。 But he did not believe it。 Only； how did he tell his father that the man who had apparently vanished into thin air wore a cloak the wind did not touch？
With a worried frown he peered into the woods around them； it looked different than it ever had before。 Almost since he was old enough to walk； he had run loose in the forest。 The ponds and streams of the Waterwood； beyond the last farms east of Emond's Field； were where he had learned to swim。 He had explored into the Sand Hills … which many in the Two Rivers said was bad luck … and once he had even gone to the very foot of the Mountains of Mist； him and his closest friends； Mat Cauthon and Perrin Aybara。 That was a lot further afield than most people in Emond's Field ever went； to them a journey to the next village； up to Watch Hill or down to Deven Ride； was a big event。 Nowhere in all of that had he found a place that made him afraid。 Today； though； the Westwood was not the place he remembered。 A man who could disappear so suddenly could reappear just as suddenly； maybe even right beside them。
〃No； father； there's no need。〃 When Tam stopped in surprise； Rand covered his flush by tugging at the hood of his cloak。 〃You're probably right。 No point looking for what isn't there； not when we can use the time getting on to the village and out of this wind。〃
〃I could do with a pipe；〃 Tam said slowly； 〃and a mug of ale where it's warm。〃 Abruptly he gave a broad grin。 〃And I expect you're eager to see Egwene。
Rand managed a weak smile。 Of all things he might want to think about right then； the Mayor's daughter was far down the list。 He did not need any more confusion。 For the past year she had been making him increasingly jittery whenever they were together。 Worse； she did not even seem to be aware of it。 No； he certainly did not want to add Egwene to his thoughts。
He was hoping his father had not noticed he was afraid when Tam said； 〃Remember the flame； lad； and the void。〃
It was an odd thing Tam had taught him。 Concentrate on a single flame and feed all your passions into it … fear； hate； anger … until your mind became empty。 Bee one with the void； Tam said； and you could do anything。 Nobody else in Emond's Field talked that way。 But Tam won the archery petition at Bel Tine every year with his flame and his void。 Rand thought he might have a chance at placing this year himself； if he could manage to hold onto the void。 For Tam to bring it up now meant he had noticed； but he said nothing more about it。
Tam clucked Bela into motion once more； and they resumed their journey； the older man striding along as if nothing untoward had happened and nothing untoward could。 Rand wished he could imitate him。 He tried forming the emptiness in his mind； but it kept slipping away into images of the black…cloaked horseman。
He wanted to believe that Tam was right； that the rider had just been his imagination； but he could remember that feeling of hatred too well。 There had been someone。 And that someone had meant him harm。 He did not stop looking back until the high…peaked； thatched roofs of Emond's Field surrounded him。
The village lay close onto the Westwood； the forest gradually thinning until the last few trees stood actually among the stout frame houses。 The land sloped gently down to the east。 Though not without patches of woods； farms and hedge…bordered fields and pastures quilted the land beyond the village all the way to the Waterwood and its tangle of streams and ponds。 The land to the west was just as fertile； and the pastures there lush in most years； but only a handful of farms could be found in the Westwood。 Even those few dwindled to none miles short of the Sand Hills； not to mention the Mountains of Mist； which rose above the Westwood treetops； distant but in plain sight from Emond's Field。 Some said the land was too rocky； as if there were not rocks everywhere in the Two Rivers； and others said it was hard…luck land。 A few muttered that there was no point getting any closer to the mountains than needs be。 Whatever the reasons； only the hardiest men farmed in the Westwood。
Small children and dogs dodged around the cart in whooping swarms once it passed the first row of houses。 Bela plodded on patiently； ignoring the yelling youngsters who tumbled under her nose； playing tag and rolling hoops。 In the last months there had been little of play or laughter from the children； even when the weather had slackened enough to let children out； fear of wolves kept them in。 It seemed the approach of Bel Tine had taught them how to play again。
Festival had affected the adults as well。 Broad shutters were thrown back； and in almost every house the goodwife stood in a window； apron tied about her and long…braided hair done up in a kerchief； shaking sheets or hanging mattresses over the windowsills。 Whether or not leaves had appeared on the trees； no woman would let Bel Tine e before her spring cleaning was done。 In every yard rugs hung from stretched lines； and children who had not been quick enough to run free in the streets instead vented their frustration on the carpets with wicker beaters。 On roof after roof the goodman of the house clambered about； checking the thatch to see if the winter's damage meant calling on old Cenn Buie； the thatcher。
Several times Tam paused to engage one man or another in brief conversation。 Since he and Rand had not been off the farm for weeks； everyone wanted to catch up on how things were out that way。 Few Westwood men had been in。 Tam spoke of damage from winter storms； each one worse than the one before； and stillborn lambs； of brown fields where crops should be sprouting and pastures greening； of ravens flocking in where songbirds had e in years before。 Grim talk； with preparations for Bel Tine going on all around them； and much shaking of heads。 It was the same on all sides。
Most of the men rolled their shoulders and said； 〃Well； we'll survive； the Light willing。〃 Some grinned and added； 〃And if the Light doesn't will； we'll still survive。〃
That was the way of most Two Rivers people。 People who had to watch the hail beat their crops or the wolves take their lambs； and start over； no matter how many years it happened； did not give up easily。 Most of those who did were long since gone。
Tam would not have stopped for Wit Congar if the man had not e out into the street so they had to halt or let Bela run over him。 The Congars…and the Coplins； the two families were so intermarried no one really knew where one family let off and the other began … were known from Watch Hill to Deven Ride； and maybe as far as Taren Ferry； as plainers and troublemakers。
〃I have to get this to Bran al'Vere； Wit；〃 Tam said； nodding to the barrels in the cart； but the scrawny man held his ground with a sour expression on his face。 He had been sprawled on his front steps； not up on his roof； though the thatch looked as if it badly needed Master Buie's attention。 He never seemed ready to start over； or to finish what he started the first time。 Most of the Coplins and Congars were like that； those who were not worse。
〃What are we going to do about Nynaeve； al'Thor？〃 Congar demanded。 〃We can't have a Wisdom like that for Emond's Field。〃
Tam sighed heavily。 〃It's not our place； Wit。 The Wisdom is women's business。 〃
〃Well； we'd better do something； al'Thor。 She said we'd have a mild winter。 And a good harvest。 Now you ask her what she hears on the wind； and she just scowls at you and stomps off。〃
〃If you asked her the way you usually do； Wit；〃 Tam said patiently； 〃you're lucky she didn't thump you with that stick she carries。 Now if you don't mind； this brandy … 〃
〃Nynaeve al'Meara is just too young to be Wisdom； al'Thor。 If the Women's Circle won't do something； then the Village Council has to。〃
〃What business of