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Pushing their hands away； he stood on his own。 Well； with the aid of the wall。 He thought he might have sprained half the muscles in his body。 Muley？ He had never been muley in his life。 〃Mistress al'Vere； would you have Hu or Tad saddle Stepper？〃
〃When you're better；〃 she said； trying to turn him toward the stairs。 〃Don't you think you could do with just a little more rest？〃 Faile took his other arm。
〃Trollocs！〃 The cry from outside came muffled through the walls； echoed by a dozen voices。 〃Trollocs！ Trollocs！〃
〃That needn't concern you today；〃 Mistress al'Vere said； firm and soothing at the same time。 It made him want to grit his teeth。 〃The Aes Sedai will handle things nicely。 In a day or two we'll have you back on your feet。 You will see。〃
〃My horse；〃 he said； trying to pull free。 They had good holds on his coatsleeves； all he acplished was swinging them back and forth。 〃For the love of the Light； will you stop tugging at me and let me get my horse？ Let go of me。〃
Looking at his face； Faile sighed and released his arm。 〃Mistress al'Vere； will you have his horse saddled and brought around？〃
〃But my dear； he really needs …〃
〃If you please； Mistress al'Vere；〃 Faile said firmly。 〃And my horse； too。〃 The two women looked at each other as if he did not exist。 At last Mistress al'Vere nodded。
Perrin frowned at her back as she hurried across the mon room and vanished toward the kitchen； and the stable。 What had Faile said different from what he had？ Turning his attention to her； he said； 〃Why did you change your mind？〃
Tucking his shirt in for him； she muttered under her breath。 Doubtless he was not supposed to hear well enough to understand。 〃I musn't say must； must I？ When he is too stubborn to see straight； I must lead him with honey and smiles； must I？〃 She shot him a glare that surely had no honey in it； then abruptly changed to a smile so sweet he very nearly backed away。 〃My dear heart；〃 she almost cooed； pulling his coat straight； 〃whatever is happening out there； I do hope you will stay in your saddle； and as far from Trollocs as you can。 You really are not up to facing a Trolloc just yet； are you？ Maybe tomorrow。 Please remember you are a general； a leader； and every bit as much a symbol to your people as that banner out there。 If you are up where people can see you； it will lift everyone's heart。 And it is much easier to see what needs doing and give orders if you aren't in the fighting yourself。〃 Picking his belt off the floor； she buckled it around his waist； settling the axe carefully on his hip。 She also batted her eyes at him！ 〃Please say you will do that。 Please？〃
She was right。 He would not last two minutes against a Trolloc。 More like two seconds against a Fade。 And much as he hated to admit it； he would not last two miles in the saddle chasing after Loial and Gaul。 Fool Ogier。 You're a writer； not a hero。 〃All right；〃 he said。 A mischievous impulse seized him。 The way she and Mistress al'Vere had been talking over his head； and batting her eyes as if he were a fool。 〃I can't refuse you anything when you smile so prettily。〃
〃I am glad。〃 Still smiling； she brushed at his coat； picking lint he could not see。 〃Because if you don't； and you manage to survive； I'll do to you what you did to me that first day in the Ways。 I don't think you are strong enough yet to stop me。〃 That smile beamed up into his face； all springtime and sweetness。 〃Do you understand me？〃
He chuckled in spite of himself。 〃Sounds as if I had better let them kill me。〃 She did not seem to think that was funny。
Hu and Tad； the lanky stablemen； led Stepper and Swallow around soon after they stepped outside。 Everyone else seemed to be gathered at the far end of the village； beyond the Green with its sheep and cows and geese； and that crimson…and…white wolfhead banner rippling on the morning breeze。 As soon as he and Faile were up on their horses； the stablemen took off running that way； too； without a word。
Whatever was going on； it was clearly not an attack。 He could see women and children in the crowd； and the shouts of 〃Trolloc〃 had died down to a murmur like an echo of the geese。 He rode slowly； not wanting to waver in his saddle； Faile kept Swallow close； watching him。 If she could change her mind once for no reason； she could again； and he did not want any arguments about whether he should be there。
The babbling crowd did appear to contain everyone in Emond's Field； villagers and farmers alike； all jammed shoulder to shoulder； but they made way for him and Faile when they saw who he was。 His name entered the murmurs； usually tagged with Goldeneyes。 He picked up the word 〃Trollocs；〃 too； but in tones more wondering than frightened。 From Stepper's back he had a good view over their heads。
The knotted mass of people stretched all the way beyond the last houses to the hedge of sharpened stakes。 The edge of the forest； nearly six hundred paces off across a field of stumps nearly level with the ground； was quiet and empty of men with axes。 Those men made a sweaty； bare…chested ring in the crowd surrounding Alanna and Verin and two men。 Jon Thane； the miller； was wiping a smear of blood from his ribs； lantern jaw on his chest so he could stare at what his hands were doing。 Alanna straightened from the other man； a grizzle…haired fellow Perrin did not know； who leaped to his feet and danced a step as if not quite believing he could。 He and the miller both looked at the Aes Sedai with awe。
The tangle around the Aes Sedai was too tight for anyone to shift aside for Stepper and Swallow； but there were smaller clear pockets around Ihvon and Tomas； off to either side on their war…horses。 Folk did not want to e too near those fierce…eyed animals； both looking as though they only wanted an opportunity to bite or trample。
Perrin managed to reach Tomas without too much trouble。 〃What happened？〃
〃A Trolloc。 Only one。〃 Despite the graying Warder's conversational tone； his dark eyes did not rest on Perrin and Faile； but kept an almost equal watch on Verin and on the treeline。 〃They usually are not very smart； alone。 Sly； but not smart。 The timbering party drove it away before it did more than draw some blood。〃
From out of the trees the two Aiel women appeared； running； heads shoufa…wrapped and veiled so he could not tell which was which。 They slowed to snake between the sharp…pointed stakes； then slipped deftly through the crowd； people moving out of their way as much as possible in that press。 By the time they reached Faile； they had unveiled； and she leaned down to listen。
〃Perhaps five hundred Trollocs；〃 Bain told her； 〃probably no more than a mile or two behind us。〃 Her voice was level； but her dark blue eyes sparkled with eagerness。 So did Chiad's gray。
〃As I expected；〃 Tomas said calmly。 〃That one likely wandered off from the larger body hoping to find a meal。 The rest will be ing soon； I think。〃 The Maidens nodded。
Perrin gestured in consternation at the jam of people。 〃They shouldn't be out here； then。 Why haven't you cleared them away？〃
It was Ihvon； bringing his gray into the gathering； who answered。 〃Your people do not seem to want to listen to outsiders； not when they can watch Aes Sedai。 I would suggest you see what you can do。〃
Perrin was sure they could have imposed some sort of order had they really tried。 Verin and Alanna surely could have。 So why did they wait and leave it to me； if they expected Trollocs？ It would have been easy to put it down to ta'veren … easy； and foolish。 Ihvon and Tomas were not going to let Trollocs kill them … or Verin； or Alanna … while waiting for a ta'veren to tell them what to do。 The Aes Sedai were maneuvering him； risking everyone； maybe even themselves。 But to what possible end？ He met Faile's eyes； and she nodded slightly； as if she knew what he was thinking。
He had no time to try figuring it out now。 Scanning the crowd； he spotted Bran al'Vere； putting his head together with Tam al'Thor and Abell Cauthon。 The Mayor had a long spear on his shoulder and a dented old round steel cap on his head。 A leather jerkin sewn all over with steel discs strained around his bulk。
All three men looked up when Perrin pushed Stepper through the crowd to them。 〃Bain says Trollocs are heading this way； and the Warders think we may be attacked soon。〃 He had to shout because of the incessant drone of voices。 Some of the nearer folk heard and fell silent； quiet spread on ripples of 〃Trolloc〃 and 〃attack。〃
Bran blinked。 〃Yes。 It had to e； didn't it？ Yes； well； we know what to do。〃 He should have looked ic； with his jerkin ready to pop its seams and his steel cap wobbling when he nodded； but he only looked determined。 Raising his voice； he announced； 〃Perrin says the Trollocs will be here soon。 You all know your places。 Hurry； now。 Hurry。〃
The crowd stirred and flowed； women herding children back toward the houses； men milling every which way。 Confusion seemed to grow more rather than less。
〃I'll see to getting the shepherds in；〃 Abell told Perrin； and dove into the throng。
Cenn Buie pushed past in the moil； using a halberd to herd sour…faced Hari Coplin and Hari's brother Darl and old Bili Congar； who staggered as if already full of ale this morning； which he probably was。 Of the three； Bili carried his spear most as if he meant to use it。 Cenn touched his forehead to Perrin in a sort of salute。 A number of the men did。 It made him unfortable。 Dannil and the other lads were one thing； but these men were half again his age and more。
〃You are doing fine；〃 Faile said。
〃I wish I knew what Verin and Alanna were up to；〃 he muttered。 〃And I don't mean right now。〃 Two of the catapults the Warders had had built stood at this end of the village； squarish things taller than a man； all heavy timbers and thick； twisted ropes。 From their horses； Ihvon and Tomas were overseeing the stout wooden beams being winched down。 The two Aes Sedai were more interested in the big fieldstones； fifteen or twenty pounds each； being loaded in cups on the end of those arms。
〃They mean you to be a leader；〃 Faile replied quietly。 〃It is what you were born for； I think。〃
Perrin snorted。 He had been born to be a blacksmith。 〃I'd be a lot more fortable if I knew why they wanted it。〃 The Aes Sedai were looking at him； Verin with head tilted； birdlike； Alanna with a franker stare and a small smile。 Did they both want the same thing； and for the same reason？ That was one of the troubles with Aes Sedai。 There were always more questions than answers。
Order asserted itself with surprising quickness。 Along this west end of the village a hundred men knelt on one knee right behind the bristle of stakes； uneasily fingering spears or halberds or some polearm made from a bush hook or scythe。 Here and there one wore a helmet or some bit of armor。 To their rear； twice as many formed two lines holding good Two Rivers longbows； each with a pair of quivers at his belt。 Young boys came running from the houses with bundles of more arrows that the men drove point…down in the ground in front of their feet。 Tam seemed to be in charge； dressing the ranks and speaking a few words to each man； but Bran marched along with him； offering his own encouragement。 Perrin could not see that they needed him at all。
To his surprise； Dannil and Ban and all the other lads who had ridden with him came trotting out of the village to surround him and Faile； all with their bows。 They looked odd； in a way。 The Aes Sedai had apparently Healed the more seriously injured； leaving those less hurt for Daise's poultices and ointments； so fellows who had been barely clinging to a saddle yesterday walked along sprightly now； while Dannil and Tell and others still limped or wore bandages。 If he was surprised to see them； he was disgusted by what they brought。 Leof Torfinn； the dressing wrapped around his head making a pale cap above his deep…set eyes； had his bow slung on his back and carried a tall staff with a smaller version of the red…bordered banner with its wolfhead。
〃I think one of the Aes Sedai had it made；〃 Leof said when Perrin as