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Before they had covered a hundred spans the keening cry of a Trolloc horn rose behind them in the depths of the city。 Another answered； from outside the walls。
Rand shivered； but he kept to his slow pace； watching the darkest places and avoiding them when he could。 After one jerk at his reins as if he might gallop off； Mat did the same。 Neither horn sounded again； and it was in silence that they came to an opening in the vine…shrouded wall where a gate had once been。 Only the towers remained； standing broken…topped against the black sky。
Mat hesitated at the gateway； but Rand said softly； 〃Is it any safer in here than out there？〃 He did not slow the gray； and after a moment Mat followed him out of Shadar Logoth； trying to look every way at once。 Rand let out a slow breath； his mouth was dry。 We're going to make it。 Light； we're going to make it！
The walls vanished behind； swallowed by the night and the forest。 Listening for the slightest sound； Rand kept the red star dead ahead。
Suddenly Thom galloped by from behind； slowing only long enough to shout； 〃Ride； you fools！〃 A moment later hunting cries and crashes in the brush behind him announced the presence of Trollocs on his trail。
Rand dug in his heels； and Cloud sprang after the gleeman's gelding。 What happens when we get to the river without Moiraine？ Light； Egwene！
Perrin sat his horse in the shadows； watching the open gateway； some little distance off yet； and absently ran his thumb along the blade of his axe。 It seemed to be a clear way out of the ruined city； but he had sat there for five minutes studying it。 The wind tossed his shaggy curls and tried to carry his cloak away； but he pulled the cloak back around him without really noticing what he was doing。
He knew that Mat； and almost everyone else in Emond's Field； considered him slow of thought。 It was partly because he was big and usually moved carefully … he had always been afraid he might accidentally break something or hurt somebody； since he was so much bigger than the boys he grew up with … but he really did prefer to think things all the way through if he could。 Quick thinking； careless thinking； had put Mat into hot water one time after another； and Mat's quick thinking usually managed to get Rand； or him； or both； in the cookpot alongside Mat； too。
His throat tightened。 Light； don't think about being in a cookpot。 He tried to order his thoughts again。 Careful thought was the way。
There had been some sort of square in front of the gate once； with a huge fountain in its middle。 Part of the fountain was still there； a cluster of broken statues standing in a big； round basin； and so was the open space around it。 To reach the gate he would have to ride nearly a hundred spans with only the night to shield him from searching eyes。 That was not a pleasant thought； either。 He remembered those unseen watchers too well。
He considered the horns he had heard in the city a little while earlier。 He had almost turned back； thinking some of the others might have been taken； before realizing that he could not do anything alone if they had been captured。 Not against … what did Lan say … a hundred Trollocs and four Fades。 Moiraine Sedai said get to the river。
He went back to consideration of the gate。 Careful thought had not given him much； but he had made his decision。 He rode out of the deeper shadow into the lesser darkness。
As he did； another horse appeared from the far side of the square and stopped。 He stopped； too； and felt for his axe； it gave him no great sense of fort。 If that dark shape was a Fade 。。。
〃Rand？〃 came a soft； hesitant call。
He let out a long； relieved breach。 〃It's Perrin； Egwene；〃 he called back； just as softly。 It still sounded too loud in the darkness。
The horses came together near the fountain。
〃Have you seen anybody else？〃 they both asked at the same time； and both answered by shaking their heads。
〃They'll be all right；〃 Egwene muttered； patting Bela's neck。 〃Won't they？〃
〃Moiraine Sedai and Lan will look after them；〃 Perrin replied。 〃They will look after all of us once we get to the river。〃 He hoped it was so。
He felt a great relief once they were beyond the gate； even if there were Trollocs in the forest。 Or Fades。 He stopped that line of thought。 The bare branches were not enough to keep him from guiding on the red star； and they were beyond Mordeth's reach now。 That one had frightened him worse than the Trollocs ever had。
Soon they would reach the river and meet Moiraine； and she would put them beyond the Trollocs' reach as well。 He believed it because he needed to believe。 The wind scraped branches together and rustled the leaves and needles on the evergreens。 A nighthawk's lonely cry drifted in the dark； and he and Egwene moved their horses closer together as though they were huddling for warmth。 They were very much alone。
A Trolloc horn sounded somewhere behind them； quick； wailing blasts； urging the hunters to hurry； hurry。 Then thick； half…human howls rose on their trail； spurred on by the horn。 Howls that grew sharper as they caught the human scent。
Perrin put his horse to a gallop； shouting； 〃e on！〃 Egwene came； both of them booting their horses； heedless of noise； heedless of the branches that slapped at them。
As they raced through the trees； guided as much by instinct as by the dim moonlight； Bela fell behind。 Perrin looked back。 Egwene kicked the mare and flailed her with the reins； but it was doing no good。 By their sounds； the Trollocs were ing closer。 He drew in enough not to leave her behind。
〃Hurry！〃 he shouted。 He could make out the Trollocs now； huge dark shapes bounding through the trees； bellowing and snarling to chill the blood。 He gripped the haft of his axe； hanging at his belt； until his knuckles hurt。
〃Hurry； Egwene！ Hurry！〃
Suddenly his horse screamed； and he was falling； tumbling out of the saddle as the horse dropped away beneath him。 He flung out his hands to brace himself and splashed headfirst into icy water。 He had ridden right off the edge of a sheer bluff into the Arinelle。
The shock of freezing water ripped a gasp from him； and he swallowed more than a little before he managed to fight his way to the surface。 He felt more than heard another splash； and thought that Egwene must have e right after him。 Panting and blowing； he treaded water。 It was not easy to keep afloat； his coat and cloak were already sodden； and his boots had filled。 He looked around for Egwene； but saw only the glint of moonlight on the black water； ruffled by the wind。
〃Egwene？ Egwene！〃
A spear flashed right in front of his eyes and threw water in his face。 Others splashed into the river around him； too。 Guttural voices raised in argument on the riverbank； and the Trolloc spears stopped ing； but he gave up on calling for the time being。
The current washed him downriver； but the thick shouts and snarls followed along the bank； keeping pace。 Undoing his cloak； he let the river take it。 A little less weight to drag him down。 Doggedly； he set out swimming for the far bank。
There were no Trollocs there。 He hoped。
He swam the way they did back home； in the ponds in the Waterwood； stroking with both hands； kicking with both feet； keeping his head out of the water。 At least； he tried to keep his head out of the water； it was not easy。 Even without the cloak； his coat and boots each seemed to weigh as much as he did。 And the axe dragged at his waist； threatening to roll him over if it did not pull him under。 He thought about letting the river have that； too； he thought about it more than once。 It would be easy； much easier than struggling out of his boots； for instance。 But every time he thought of it； he thought of crawling out on the far bank to find Trollocs waiting。 The axe would not do him much good against half a dozen Trollocs … or even against one； maybe … but it was better than his bare hands。
After a while he was not even certain he would be able to lift the axe if Trollocs were there。 His arms and legs became leaden； it