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the tracks only a few lived to return after killing the Aiel。 As for the girl； she would not let anyone touch her； even to tend her wounds。 But she seized the Seeker of that band by his coat； and this is what she said； word for word。 'Leafblighter means to blind the Eye of the World； Lost One。 He means to slay the Great Serpent。 Warn the People； Lost One。 Sightburner es。 Tell them to stand ready for He Who es With the Dawn。 Tell them 。。。' And then she died。 Leafblighter and Sightburner；〃 Raen added to Perrin； 〃are Aiel names for the Dark One； but I don't understand another word of it。 Yet she thought it important enough to approach those she obviously despised； to pass it on with her last breath。 But to who？ We are ourselves； the People； but I hardly think she meant it for us。 The Aiel？ They would not let us tell them if we tried。〃 He sighed heavily。 〃She called us the Lost。 I never knew before how much they loathe us。〃 Ila set her knitting in her lap and touched his head gently。
〃Something they learned in the Blight；〃 Elyas mused。 〃But none of it makes sense。 Slay the Great Serpent？ Kill time itself？ And blind the Eye of the World？
As well say he's going to starve a rock。 Maybe she was babbling； Raen。 Wounded； dying； she could have lost her grip on what was real。 Maybe she didn't even know who those Tuatha'an were。〃
〃She knew what she was saying； and to whom she was saying it。 Something more important to her than her own life； and we cannot even understand it。 When I saw you walking into our camp； I thought perhaps we would find the answer at last； since you were〃 … Elyas made a quick motion with his hand； and Raen changed what he had been going to say … 〃are a friend； and know many strange things。〃
〃Not about this；〃 Elyas said in a tone that put an end to talk。 The silence around the campfire was broken only by the music and laughter drifting from other parts of the night…shrouded camp。
Lying with his shoulders propped on one of the logs around the fire； Perrin tried puzzling out the Aiel woman's message； but it made no more sense to him than it had to Raen or Elyas。 The Eye of the World。 That had been in his dreams； more than once； but he did not want to think about those dreams。 Elyas； now。 There was a question there he would like answered。 What had Raen been about to say about the bearded man； and why had Elyas cut him off？ He had no luck with that； either。 He was trying to imagine what Aiel girls were like … going into the Blight； where only Warders went that he had ever heard； fighting Trollocs … when he heard Egwene ing back； singing to herself。
Scrambling to his feet； he went to meet her at the edge of the firelight。 She stopped short； looking at him with her head tilted to one side。 In the dark he could not read her expression。
〃You've been gone a long time；〃 he said。 〃Did you have fun？〃
〃We ate with his mother；〃 she answered。 〃And then we danced 。。。 and laughed。 It seems like forever since I danced。〃
〃He reminds me of Wil al'Seen。 You always had sense enough not to let Wil put you in his pocket。〃
〃Aram is a gentle boy who is fun to be with；〃 she said in a tight voice。 〃He makes me laugh。〃
Perrin sighed。 〃I'm sorry。 I'm glad you had fun dancing。〃
Abruptly she flung her arms around him； weeping on his shirt。 Awkwardly he patted her hair。 Rand would know what to do； he thought。 Rand had an easy way with girls。 Not like him； who never knew what to do or say。 〃I told you I'm sorry； Egwene。 I really am glad you had fun dancing。 Really。 〃
〃Tell me they're alive；〃 she mumbled into his chest。
〃What？〃
She pushed back to arm's length； her hands on his arms； and looked up at him in the darkness。 〃Rand and Mat。 The others。 Tell me they are alive。 〃
He took a deep breath and looked around uncertainly。 〃They are alive；〃 he said finally。
〃Good。〃 She scrubbed at her cheeks with quick fingers。 〃That is what I wanted to hear。 Good night； Perrin。 Sleep well。〃 Standing on tiptoe； she brushed a kiss across his cheek and hurried past him before he could speak。
He turned to watch her。 Ila rose to meet her； and the two women went into the wagon talking quietly。 Rand might understand it； he thought； but I don't。
In the distant night the wolves howled the first thin sliver of the new moon toward the horizon； and he shivered。 Tomorrow would be time enough to worry about the wolves again。 He was wrong。 They were waiting to greet him in his dreams。
Chapter 26
Whitebridge
The last unsteady note of what had been barely recognizable as 〃The Wind That Shakes the Willow〃 faded mercifully away； and Mat lowered Thom's gold…and…silver…chased flute。 Rand took his hands from his ears。 A sailor coiling a line on the deck nearby heaved a loud sigh of relief。 For a moment the only sounds were the water slapping against the hull； the rhythmic creak of the oars； and now and again the hum of rigging strummed by the wind。 The wind blew dead on to the Spray's bow； and the useless sails were furled。
〃I suppose I should thank you；〃 Thom Merrilin muttered finally； 〃for teaching me how true the old saying is。 Teach him how you will； a pig will never play the flute。〃 The sailor burst out laughing； and Mat raised the flute as if to throw it at him。 Deftly； Thom snagged the instrument from Mat's fist and fitted it into its hard leather case。 〃I thought all you shepherds whiled away the time with the flock playing the pipes or the flute。 That will show me to trust what I don't know firsthand。〃
〃Rand's the shepherd；〃 Mat grumbled。 〃He plays the pipes； not me。〃
〃Yes； well； he does have a little aptitude。 Perhaps we had better work on juggling； boy。 At least you show some talent for that。〃
〃Thom；〃 Rand said； 〃I don't know why you're trying so hard。〃 He glanced at the sailor and lowered his voice。 〃After all； we aren't really trying to bee gleemen。 It's only something to hide behind until we find Moiraine and the others。〃
Thom tugged at an end of his mustache and seemed to be studying the smooth； dark brown leather of the flute case on his knees。 〃What if you don't find them； boy？ There's nothing to say they're even still alive。〃
〃They're alive；〃 Rand said firmly。 He turned to Mat for support； but Mat's eyebrows were pinched down on his nose； and his mouth was a thin line； and his eyes were fixed on the deck。 〃Well； speak up；〃 Rand told him。 〃You can't be that mad over not being able to play the flute。 I can't either； not very well。 You never wanted to play the flute before。〃
Mat looked up； still frowning。 〃What if they are dead？〃 he said softly。 〃We have to accept facts； right？〃
At that moment the lookout in the bow sang out； 〃Whitebridge！ Whitebridge ahead！〃
For a long minute； unwilling to believe that Mat could say something like that so casually； Rand held his friend's gaze amid the scramble of sailors preparing to put in。 Mat glowered at him with his head pulled down between his shoulders。 There was so much Rand wanted to say； but he could not manage to get it all into words。 They had to believe the others were alive。 They had to。 Why？ nagged a voice in the back of his head。 So it will all turn out like one of Thom's stories？ The heroes find the treasure and defeat the villain and live happily ever after？ Some of his stories don't end that way。 Sometimes even heroes die。 Are you a hero； Rand al'Thor？ Are you a hero； sheepherder？
Abruptly Mat flushed and pulled his eyes away。 Freed from his thoughts； Rand jumped up to move through the hurly…burly to the rail。 Mat came after him slowly； not even making an effort to dodge the sailors who ran across his path。
Men dashed about the boat； bare feet thumping the deck； hauling on ropes； tying off some lines and untying others。 Some brought up big oilskin bags stuffed almost to bursting with wool； while others readied cables as thick as Rand's wrist。 Despite their haste； they moved with the assurance of men who had done it all a thousand times before； but Captain Domon stumped up and down the deck shouting orders and cursing those who did not move fast enough to suit him。
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