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As hard as Lan pushed them； they were not getting farther on very quickly。 They traveled two feet up or down for every one forward； and every foot was a scrambling effort。 And the horns were ing nearer。 Two miles； he thought。 Maybe less。
After a time Lan began peering first one way then another； the hard planes of his face as close to worry as Rand had seen them。 Once the Warder stood in his stirrups to stare back the way they had e。 All Rand could see were trees。 Lan settled back into his saddle and unconsciously pushed back his cloak to clear his sword as he resumed searching the forest。
Rand met Mat's eye questioningly； but Mat only grimaced at the Warder's back and shrugged helplessly。
Lan spoke； then； over his shoulder。 〃There are Trollocs nearby。〃 They topped a hill and started down the other side。 〃Some of the scouts； sent ahead of the rest。 Probably。 If we e on them； stay with me at all costs； and do as I do。 We must keep on the way we are going。 〃
〃Blood and ashes！〃 Thom muttered。 Nynaeve motioned to Egwene to keep close。
Scattered stands of evergreens provided the only real cover； but Rand tried to peer in every direction at once； his imagination turning gray tree trunks caught out of the er of his eye into Trollocs。 The horns were closer； too。 And directly behind them。 He was sure of it。 Behind and ing closer。
They topped another hill。
Below them； just starting up the slope； marched Trollocs carrying poles tipped with great loops of rope or long hooks。 Many Trollocs。 The line stretched far to either side； the ends out of sight； but at its center； directly in front of Lan； a Fade rode。
The Myrddraal seemed to hesitate as the humans appeared atop the hill； but in the next instant it produced a sword with the black blade Rand remembered so queasily； and waved it over its head。 The line of Trollocs scrambled forward。
Even before the Myrddraal moved； Lan's sword was in his hand。 〃Stay with me！〃 he cried； and Mandarb plunged down the slope toward the Trollocs。 〃For the Seven Towers！〃 he shouted。
Rand gulped and booted the gray forward； the whole group of them streamed after the Warder。 He was surprised to find Tam's sword in his fist。 Caught up by Lan's cry； he found his own。 〃Manetheren！ Manetheren！〃
Perrin took it up。 〃Manetheren！ Manetheren！〃
But Mat shouted； 〃Carai an Caldazar！ Carai an Ellisande！ Al Ellisande！〃
The Fade's head turned from the Trollocs to the riders charging toward him。 The black sword froze over its head； and the opening of its cowl swiveled； searching among the oning horsemen。
Then Lan was on the Myrddraal； as the human folk fell on the Trolloc line。 Warder's blade met black steel from the forges at Thakan'dar with a clang like a great bell； the toll echoing in the hollow； a flash of blue light fining the air like sheet lightning。
Beast…muzzled almost…men swarmed around each of the humans； catchpoles and hooks flailing。 Only Lan and the Myrddraal did they avoid； those two fought in a clear circle； black horses matching step for step； swords matching stroke for stroke。 The air flashed and pealed。
Cloud rolled his eyes and screamed； rearing and lashing out with his hooves at the snarling； sharp…toothed faces surrounding him。 Heavy bodies crowded shoulder…to…shoulder around him。 Digging his heels in ruthlessly； Rand forced the gray on regardless； swinging his sword with little of the skill Lan had tried to impart； hacking as if hewing wood。 Egwene！ Desperately he searched for her as he kicked the gray onward； slashing a path through the hairy bodies as though chopping undergrowth。
Moiraine's white mare dashed and cut at the slightest touch of the Aes Sedai's hand on the reins。 Her face was as hard as Lan's as her staff lashed out。 Flame enveloped Trollocs； then burst with a roar that left misshapen forms unmoving on the ground。 Nynaeve and Egwene rode close to the Aes Sedai with frantic urgency； teeth bared almost as fiercely as the Trollocs'； belt knives in hand。 Those short blades would be no use at all if a Trolloc came close。 Rand tried to turn Cloud toward them； but the gray had the bit in his teeth。 Screaming and kicking； Cloud struggled forward however hard Rand tugged at the reins。
Around the three women a space opened as Trollocs tried to flee from Moiraine's staff； but as they attempted to avoid her； she sought them out。 Fires roared； and the Trollocs howled in rage and fury。 Above roar and howl crashed the tolling of the Warder's sword against the Myrddraal's； the air flared blue around them； flared again。 Again。
A noose on the end of a pole swept at Rand's head。 With an awkward slash； he cut the catchpole in two； then hacked the goat…faced Trolloc that held it。 A hook caught his shoulder from behind and tangled in his cloak； jerking him backwards。 Frantically； almost losing his sword； he clutched the pommel of his saddle to keep his seat。 Cloud twisted； shrieking。 Rand hung onto saddle and reins desperately； he could feel himself slipping； inch by inch； falling to the hook。 Cloud swung around； for an instant Rand saw Perrin； half out of his saddle； struggling to wrest his axe away from three Trollocs。 They had him by one arm and both legs。 Cloud plunged； and only Trollocs filled Rand's eyes。
A Trolloc dashed in and seized Rand's leg； forcing his foot free of the stirrup。 Panting； he let go of the saddle to stab it。 Instantly the hook pulled him out of the saddle； to Cloud's hindquarters； his death…grip on the reins was all that kept him from the ground。 Cloud reared and shrieked。 And in that same moment the pulling vanished。 The Trolloc at his leg threw up its hands and screamed。 All of the Trollocs screamed； a howl like all the dogs in the world gone mad。
Around the humans Trollocs fell writhing to the ground； tearing at their hair； clawing their own faces。 All of the Trollocs。 Biting at the ground； snapping at nothing； howling； howling； howling。
Then Rand saw the Myrddraal。 Still upright in the saddle of its madly dancing horse； black sword still flailing； it had no head。
〃It won't die until nightfall；〃 Thom had to shout； between heavy breaths； over the unrelenting screams。 〃Not pletely。 That is what I've heard； anyway。〃
〃Ride！〃 Lan shouted angrily。 The Warder had already gathered Moiraine and the other two women and had them halfway up the next hill。 〃This is not all of them！〃 Indeed； the horns dirged again； above the shrieks of the Trollocs on the ground； to east and west and south。
For a wonder； Mat was the only one who had been unhorsed。 Rand trotted toward him； but Mat tossed a noose away from him with a shudder； gathered his bow； and scrambled into his saddle unaided； though rubbing at his throat。
The horns bayed like hounds with the scent of a deer。 Hounds closing in。 If Lan had set a hard pace before； he doubled it now； till the horses scrabbled uphill faster than they had gone down before； then nearly threw themselves at the other side。 But still the horns came ever nearer； until the guttural shouts of pursuit were heard whenever the horns paused； until eventually the humans reached a hilltop just as Trollocs appeared on the next hill behind them。 The hilltop blackened with Trollocs； snouted； distorted faces howling； and three Myrddraal overawed them all。 Only a hundred spans separated the two parties。
Rand's heart shriveled like an old grape。 Three！
The Myrddraal's black swords rose as one； Trollocs boiled down the slope； thick； triumphant cries rising； catchpoles bobbing above as they ran。
Moiraine climbed down from Aldieb's back。 Calmly she removed something from her pouch； unwrapped it。 Rand glimpsed dark ivory。 The angreal。 With angreal in one hand and staff in the other； the Aes Sedai set her feet； facing the onrushing Trollocs and the Fades' black swords； raised her staff high； and stabbed it down into the earth。
The ground rang like an iron kettle struck by a mallet。 The hollow clang dwindled； faded away。 For an instant then； it was silent。 Everything was silent。 The wind died。 The Trolloc cries stilled； even their charge forward slowed and sto