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he Trollocs e to Emond's Field？〃
The Aes Sedai's head swung and she looked straight at Rand's hiding place。 His breath seized in his throat； her eyes were as hard as when she had threatened them； and he had the feeling they could penetrate the leatherleaf's thick branches。 Light； what will she do if she finds me listening？
He tried to melt back into the deeper shadows。 With his eyes on the women； a root snagged his foot； and he barely caught himself from tumbling into dead brush that would have pointed him out with a crackle of snapping branches like fireworks。 Panting； he scrambled away on all fours； keeping silent as much by luck as by anything he did。 His heart pounded so hard he thought that might give him away itself。 Fool！ Eavesdropping on an Aes Sedai！
Back where the others were sleeping； he managed to slip in among them silently。 Lan moved as he dropped to the ground and jerked his blanket up； but the Warder settled back with a sigh。 He had only been rolling over in his sleep。 Rand let out a long； silent breath。
A moment later Moiraine appeared out of the night； stopping where she could study the slumbering shapes。 Moonlight made a nimbus around her。 Rand closed his eyes and breathed evenly； all the while listening hard for footsteps ing closer。 None did。 When he opened his eyes again； she was gone。
When finally sleep came； it was fitful and filled with sweaty dreams where all the men in Emond's Field claimed to be the Dragon Reborn and all women had blue stones in their hair like the one Moiraine wore。 He did not try to overhear Moiraine and Egwene again。
On into the sixth day the slow journey stretched。 The warmthless sun slid slowly toward the treetops； while a handful of thin clouds drifted high to the north。 The wind gusted higher for a moment； and Rand pulled his cloak back up onto his shoulders； muttering to himself。 He wondered if they would ever get to Baerlon。 The distance they had traveled from the river already was more than enough to take him from Taren Ferry to the White River； but Lan always said it was just a short journey whenever he was asked； hardly worth calling a journey at all。 It made him feel lost。
Lan appeared ahead of them in the woods； returning from one of his forays。 He reined in and rode beside Moiraine； his head bent close to hers。
Rand grimaced； but he did not ask any questions。 Lan simply refused to acknowledge all such questions aimed at him。
Only Egwene； among the others； even appeared to notice Lan's return； so used to this arrangement had they bee； and she kept back； too。 The Aes Sedai might have begun acting as if Egwene were in charge of the Emond's Fielders； but that gave her no say when the Warder made his reports。 Perrin was carrying Mat's bow； wrapped in the thoughtful silence that seemed to take them all more and more as they got further from the Two Rivers。 The horses' slow walk allowed Mat to practice juggling three small stones under Thom Merrilin's watchful eye。 The gleeman had given lessons each night； too； as well as Lan。
Lan finished whatever he had been telling Moiraine； and she twisted in her saddle to look back at the others。 Rand tried not to stiffen when her eyes moved across him。 Did they linger on him a moment longer than on anyone else？ He had the queasy feeling that she knew who had been listening in the darkness that night。
〃Hey； Rand；〃 Mat called； 〃I can juggle four！〃 Rand waved in reply without looking around。 〃I told you I'd get to four before you。 I … Look！〃
They had topped a low hill； and below them； a scant mile away through the stark trees and the stretching shadows of evening； lay Baerlon。 Rand gasped； trying to smile and gape at the same time。
A log wall； nearly twenty feet tall； surrounded the town； with wooden watchtowers scattered along its length。 Within； rooftops of slate and tile glinted with the sinking sun； and feathers of smoke drifted upward from chimneys。 Hundreds of chimneys。 There was not a thatched roof to be seen。 A broad road ran east from the town； and another west； each with at least a dozen wagons and twice as many ox…carts trudging toward the palisade。 Farms lay scattered about the town； thickest to the north while only a few broke the forest to the south； but they might as well not have existed so far as Rand was concerned。 It's bigger than Emond's Field and Watch Hill and Deven Ride all put together！ And maybe Taren Ferry； too。
〃So that's a city；〃 Mat breathed； leaning forward across his horse's neck to stare。
Perrin could only shake his head。 〃How can so many people live in one place？〃
Egwene simply stared。
Thom Merrilin glanced at Mat； then rolled his eyes and blew out his moustaches。 〃City！〃 he snorted。
〃And you； Rand？〃 Moiraine said。 〃What do you think of your first sight of Baerlon？〃
〃I think it's a long way from home；〃 he said slowly； bringing a sharp laugh from Mat。
〃You have further to go yet；〃 Moiraine said。 〃Much further。 But there is no other choice； except to run and hide and run again for the rest of your lives。 And short lives they would be。 You must remember that； when the journey bees hard。 You have no choice。〃
Rand exchanged glances with Mat and Perrin。 By their faces； they were thinking the same thing he was。 How could she talk as if they had any choice after what she had said？ The Aes Sedai's made our choices。
Moiraine went on as if their thoughts were not plain。 〃The danger begins again here。 Watch what you say within those walls。 Above all； do not mention Trollocs； or Halfmen； or any such。 You must not even think of the Dark One。 Some in Baerlon have even less love for Aes Sedai than do the people of Emond's Field； and there may even be Darkfriends。〃 Egwene gasped； and Perrin muttered under his breath。 Mat's face paled； but Moiraine went on calmly。 〃We must attract as little attention as possible。〃 Lan was exchanging his cloak of shifting grays and greens for one of dark brown； more ordinary； though of fine cut and weave。 His color…changing cloak made a large bulge in one of his saddlebags。 〃We do not go by our own names here；〃 Moiraine continued。 〃Here I am known as Alys； and Lan is Andra。 Remember that。 Good。 Let us be within the walls before night catches us。 The gates of Baerlon are closed from sundown to sunrise。〃
Lan led the way down the hill and through the woods toward the log wall。 The road passed half a dozen farms…none lay close； and none of the people finishing their chores seemed to notice the travelers…ending at heavy wooden gates bound with wide straps of black iron。 They were closed tight； even if the sun was not down yet。
Lan rode close to the wall and gave a tug to a frayed rope hanging down beside the gates。 A bell clanged on the other side of the wall。 Abruptly a wizened face under a battered cloth cap peered down suspiciously from atop the wall； glaring between the cut…off ends of two of the logs； a good three spans over their heads。
〃What's all this； eh？ It's too late in the day to be opening this gate。 Too late； I say。 Go around to the Whitebridge Gate if you want to … 〃 Moiraine's mare moved out to where the man atop the wall had a clear view of her。 Suddenly his wrinkles deepened in a gap…toothed smile； and he seemed to quiver between speaking and doing his duty。 〃I didn't know it was you； mistress。 Wait。 I'll be right down。 Just wait。 I'm ing。 I'm ing。〃
The head dipped out of sight； but Rand could still hear muffled shouts for them to stay where they were； that he was ing。 With great creaks of disuse； the right…hand gate slowly swung outward。 It stopped when open just wide enough for one horse to pass through at a time； and the gatekeeper poked his head into the gap； flashed his half…toothless smile at them again and darted back out of the way。 Moiraine followed Lan through； with Egwene right behind her。
Rand trotted Cloud after Bela and found himself in a narrow street fronted by high wooden fences and warehouses； tall and windowless； broad doors closed up tight。 Moiraine and Lan were already on foot； speaking to the wrinkle…faced gatekeeper； so Rand dismounted； too。
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