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pty of Trollocs or figures in black cloaks； the sky remained empty of Draghkar。 Slowly； Rand began to think perhaps they really had escaped。
No very great cover was to be had； even in the thickest parts of the woods。 Winter clung as hard north of the Taren as it did in the Two Rivers。 Stands of pine or fir or leatherleaf； and here and there a few spicewoods or laurels； dotted a forest of otherwise bare； gray branches。 Not even the elders showed a leaf。 Only scattered green sprigs of new growth stood out against brown meadows beaten flat by the winter's snows。 Here； too； much of what did grow was stinging nettles and coarse thistle and stinkweed。 On the bare dirt of the forest floor some of the last snow still hung on； in shady patches and in drifts beneath the low branches of evergreens。 Everyone kept their cloaks drawn well about them； for the thin sunlight had no warmth to it and the night cold pierced deep。 No more birds flew here than in the Two Rivers； not even ravens。
There was nothing leisurely about the slowness of their movement。 The North Road…Rand continued to think of it that way； though he suspected it might have a different name here； north of the Taren…still ran almost due north； but at Lan's insistence their path snaked this way and that through the forest as often as it ran along the hard…packed dirt road。 A village； or a farm； of any sign of men or civilization sent them circling for miles to avoid it； though there were few
enough of any of those。 The whole first day Rand saw no evidence aside from the road that men had ever been in the woods。 It came to him that even when he had gone to the foot of the Mountains of Mist he might not have been as far from a human habitation as he was that day。
The first farm he saw … a large frame house and tan barn with high…peaked； thatched roofs； a curl of smoke rising from a stone chimney…was a shock。
〃It's no different from back home；〃 Perrin said； frowning at the distant buildings； barely visible through the trees。 People moved around the farmyard； as yet unaware of the travelers。
〃Of course it is；〃 Mat said。 〃We're just not close enough to see。〃
〃I tell you； it's no different；〃 Perrin insisted。
〃It must be。 We're north of the Taren； after all。〃
〃Quiet； you two；〃 Lan growled。 〃We don't want to be seen； remember？ This way。〃 He turned west； to circle the farm through the trees。
Looking back； Rand thought Perrin was right。 The farm looked much the same as any around Emond's Field。 There was a small boy toting water from the well； and older boys tending sheep behind a rail fence。 It even had a curing shed； for tabac。 But Mat was right； too。 We're north of the Taren。 It must be different。
Always they halted while light still clung to the sky； to choose a spot sloped for drainage and sheltered from the wind that seldom died pletely； only changed direction。 Their fire was always small and hidden from only a few yards off； and once tea was brewed； the flames were doused and the coals buried。
At their first stop； before the sun sank； Lan began teaching the boys what to do with the weapons they carried。 He started with the bow。 After watching Mat put three arrows into a knot the size of a man's head； on the fissured trunk of a dead leatherleaf； at a hundred paces； he told the others to take their turns。 Perrin duplicated Mat's feat； and Rand； summoning the flame and the void； the empty calm that let the bow bee a part of him； or him of it； clustered his three where the points almost touched one another。 Mat gave him a congratulatory clap on the shoulder。
〃Now if you all had bows；〃 the Warder said dryly when they started grinning； 〃and if the Trollocs agreed not to e so close you couldn't use them 。。。〃 The grins faded abruptly。 〃Let me see what I can teach you in case they do e that close。〃
He showed Perrin a bit of how to use that great…bladed axe； raising an axe to someone； or something； that had a weapon was not at all like chopping wood or flailing around in pretend。 Setting the big apprentice blacksmith to a series of exercises； block； parry； and strike； he did the same for Rand and his sword。 Not the wild leaping about and slashing that Rand had in mind whenever he thought about using it； but smooth motions； one flowing into another； almost a dance。
〃Moving the blade is not enough；〃 Lan said； 〃though some think it is。 The mind is part of it； most of it。 Blank your mind； sheepherder。 Empty it of hate or fear； of everything。 Burn them away。 You others listen to this； too。 You can use it with the axe or the bow； with a spear； or a quarterstaff； or even your bare hands。〃
Rand stared at him。 〃The flame and the void；〃 he said wonderingly。 〃That's what you mean； isn't it？ My father taught me about that。〃
The Warder gave him an unreadable look in return。 〃Hold the sword as I showed you； sheepherder。 I cannot make a mud…footed villager into a blademaster in an hour； but perhaps I can keep you from slicing off your own foot。〃
Rand sighed and held the sword upright before him in both hands。 Moiraine watched without expression； but the next evening she told Lan to continue the lessons。
The meal at evening was always the same as at midday and breakfast； flatbread and cheese and dried meat； except that evenings they had hot tea to wash it down instead of water。 Thom entertained them； evenings。 Lan would not let the gleeman play harp or flute … no need to rouse the countryside； the Warder said … but Thom juggled and told stories。 〃Mara and the Three Foolish Kings；〃 or one of the hundreds about Anla the Wise Counselor； or something filled with glory and adventure； like The Great Hunt of the Horn； but always with a happy ending and a joyous homeing。
Yet if the land was peaceful around them； if no Trollocs appeared among the trees； no Draghkar among the clouds； it seemed to Rand that they managed to raise their tension themselves； whenever it was in danger of vanishing。
There was the morning that Egwene awoke and began unbraiding her hair。 Rand watched her from the er of his eye as he made up his blanketroll。 Every night when the fire was doused； everyone took to their blankets except for Egwene and the Aes Sedai。 The two women always went aside from the others and talked for an hour or two； returning when the others were asleep。 Egwene bed her hair out…one hundred strokes； he counted…while he was saddling Cloud； tying his saddlebags and blanket behind the saddle。 Then she tucked the b away； swept her loose hair over her shoulder； and pulled up the hood of her cloak。
Startled； he asked； 〃What are you doing？〃 She gave him a sidelong look without answering。 It was the first time he had spoken to her in two days； he realized； since the night in the log shelter on the bank of the Taren； but he did not let that stop him。 〃All your life you've waited to wear your hair in a braid； and now you're giving it up？ Why？ Because she doesn't braid hers？〃
〃Aes Sedai don't braid their hair；〃 she said simply。 〃At least； not unless they want to。〃
〃You aren't an Aes Sedai。 You're Egwene al'Vere from Emond's Field； and the Women's Circle would have a fit if they could see you now。〃
〃Women's Circle business is none of yours； Rand al'Thor。 And I will be an Aes Sedai。 Just as soon as I reach Tar Valon。〃
He snorted。 〃As soon as you reach Tar Valon。 Why？ Light； tell me that。 You're no Darkfriend。〃
〃Do you think Moiraine Sedai is a Darkfriend？ Do you？〃 She squared around to face him with her fists clenched； and he almost thought she was going to hit him。 〃 After she saved the village？ After she saved your father？〃
〃I don't know what she is； but whatever she is； it doesn't say anything about the rest of them。 The stories …〃
〃Grow up； Rand！ Forget the stories and use your eyes。〃
〃My eyes saw her sink the ferry！ Deny that！ Once you get an idea in your head； you won't budge even if somebody points out you're trying to stand on water。 If you weren't such a Light blinded fool； you'd see … ！〃
〃Fool； am I？ Let me tell you a thing or two； Rand al'Thor！ You are the muliest； most wool…headed … ！〃