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〃I think one of the Aes Sedai had it made；〃 Leof said when Perrin asked where it came from。 〃Milli Ayellin brought it to Will's da； but Wil didn't want to carry it。〃 Wil al'Seen hunched his shoulders a bit。
〃I wouldn't want to carry it； either；〃 Perrin said dryly。 They all laughed as if he had made a joke； even Wil； after a minute。
The hedge of stakes looked fierce enough； but on the other hand； it seemed a pitiful thing to keep Trollocs out。 Maybe it would； but he did not want Faile there if they made it through。 When he looked at her； though； she had that look in her eyes again as if she knew what he was thinking。 And did not like it。 If he tried to send her back； she would argue and balk； refusing to see sense。 Weak as he felt right then； she probably had a better chance of leading him back to the inn than he her。 The way she was sitting her saddle so ferociously； she likely intended to defend him； if the Trollocs broke through。 He would just have to keep a close eye on her； that was all there was to it。
Suddenly she smiled； and he scratched his beard。 Maybe she could read his mind。
Time passed； the sun inching up； the day's warmth building。 Now and then a woman called from the houses to ask what was happening。 Here and there men sat down； but Tam or Bran was on them before they had their legs folded； chivying them back into line。 No more than a mile or two； Bain had said。 She and Chiad were sitting near the stakes； playing some game that apparently involved flipping a knife into the foot of ground between them。 Surely if the Trollocs were ing； they would have e by now。 He was beginning to find it hard to sit up straight。 Conscious of Faile's watchful eyes； he kept his back stiff。
A horn blared； brazen and shrill。
〃Trollocs！〃 half a dozen voices shouted； and bestial； blackmailed shapes flooded out of the Westwood； howling as they ran across the stumpy ground； waving scythe…curved swords and spiked axes； spears and tridents。 Three Myrddraal rode behind them on black horses； darting back and forth as though driving the Trolloc charge before them。 Their dead black cloaks hung motionless no matter how their mounts dashed or whirled。 The horn sounded continuously in sharp； urging cries。
Twenty arrows leaped out as soon as the first Trolloc appeared； the strongest shot falling nearly a hundred paces short。
〃Hold； you lack…witted sheep…brains！〃 Tam shouted。 Bran jumped and gave him a startled look； no less incredulous than those ing from Tam's friends and neighbors； some muttered about not standing still for that kind of talk； Trollocs or no Trollocs。 Tam rode right over their protests； though。 〃You hold till I give the word； the way I showed you！〃 Then； as if hundreds of shrieking Trollocs were not galloping toward him； Tam turned calmly to Perrin。 〃At three hundred paces？〃
Perrin nodded quickly。 The man was asking him？ Three hundred paces。 How quickly could a Trolloc cover three hundred paces？ He eased his axe in its loop。 That horn wailed and wailed。 The spearmen crouched behind the stakes as if forcing themselves not to edge back。 The Aiel had veiled their faces。
Onward the screaming tide came； all horned heads and faces with snouts or beaks； each half again as tall as a man； each shrieking for blood。 Five hundred paces。 Four hundred。 Some were stretching out in front。 They ran as fast as horses。 Had the Aiel been right？ Could there be only five hundred？ It looked like thousands。
〃Ready！〃 Tam called； and two hundred bows were raised。 The young men with Perrin hurriedly formed up in front of him in imitation of their elders； ranking themselves with that fool banner。
Three hundred paces。 Perrin could see those misshapen faces； contorted with rage and frenzy； as clearly as if they were right on top of him。
〃Loose！〃 Tam shouted。 Bowstrings slapped like one huge whip…crack。 With twin crashes of beam against leather…padded beam； the catapults fired。
Broadhead arrows rained down into the Trollocs。 Monstrous shapes fell； but some rose and staggered on； harried by the Fades。 That horn wove into their guttural bellowing； sounding forward for the kill。 The catapults' stones fell among them … and exploded in fire and shards； ripping open holes in the mass。 Perrin was not the only one to jump； so that was what the Aes Sedai had been doing with the catapults。 He wondered wildly what would happen if they dropped one of those stones loading it into the cup。
Another flight of arrows leaped out； and another； another； and again and again； and more stones from the catapults； if at a slower pace。 Fiery explosions tore at the Trollocs。 Broadhead points hailed down on them。 And they came on； shrieking； howling； falling and dying； but always running forward。 They were close now； close enough that the bowmen spread out； no longer firing in flights but choosing their targets。 Men screamed their own rage； screamed in the face of death as they shot。
And then there were no more Trollocs standing。 Only one Fade； bristling with arrows yet still staggering blindly。 The shrill shrieks of a Myrddraal's thrashing horse peted with the moaning bellows of downed and dying Trollocs。 The horn had fallen silent at last。 Here and there across the stump…filled field； a Trolloc heaved and fell back。 Under it all； Perrin could hear men panting as if they had run ten miles。 His own heart seemed to be pounding out of his chest。
Suddenly someone raised a loud huzzah； and with that men began capering and shouting euphorically； waving bows or whatever they had over their heads； tossing caps in the air。 Women rushed out from the houses； laughing and cheering； and children； all celebrating and dancing with the men。 Some came running to grab Perrin's hand and shake it。
〃You've led us to a great victory； my boy。〃 Bran laughed up at him。 He had his steel cap perched on the back of his head。 〃I suppose I shouldn't call you that； now。 A great victory； Perrin。〃
〃I didn't do anything；〃 he protested。 〃I just sat on my horse。 You did it。〃 Bran listened no more than any of the others。 Embarrassed； Perrin sat up straight； pretending to survey the field； and after a while they left him alone。
Tam had not joined in the celebrating； he stood close behind the stakes； studying the Trollocs。 The Warders were not laughing； either。 Black…mailed shapes littered the field among the low stumps。 There could be five hundred of them。 Maybe less。 Some； a few； might have made it back to the trees。 None lay closer than fifty paces from the pointed hedge。 Perrin found the other two Fades； writhing on the ground。 That accounted for all three。 They would admit they were dead eventually。
The Two Rivers folk raised a thunderous cheer； for him。 〃Perrin Goldeneyes！ Huzzah！ Huzzah！ Huzzah！〃
〃They had to know；〃 he muttered。 Faile looked at him questioningly。 〃The Halfmen had to know this wouldn't work。 Look out there。 Even I can see it； now； they must have from the start。 If this was all they had； why did they try？ And if there are more Trollocs out there； why didn't they all e？ Twice as many； and we'd have had to fight them at the stakes。 Twice that； and they might have broken through to the village。〃
〃You've a good natural eye；〃 Tomas said； reining in beside them。 〃This was a test。 To see if you would break at the sight of a charge； perhaps to see how quickly you could react； or how your defenses are organized； or maybe something I've not thought of； but still a test。 Now they see。〃 He pointed to the sky； where a lone raven winged over the field。 A natural raven would have lighted to feast among the dead。 The bird pleted a last circle and peeled off toward the forest。 〃The next attack will not e right away。 I saw two or three Trollocs reach the forest； so word of this will spread。 The Halfmen will have to make them remember they're more afraid of Myrddraal than of dying。 That attack will e； however； and it will certainly be stronger than this。 How strong depends on how many the Faceless have brought through the Ways。〃
Perrin grimaced。 〃Light！ What if there are ten thousand of them？〃
〃Not likely；〃 Verin said； walking up to pat Tomas's mount on the neck。 The warhorse allowed her touch as meekly as a pony。 〃At least； not yet。 Not even a Forsaken could move a large party through the Ways safely； I think。 One man alone risks death or madness between the closest Waygates； but。 。 。 say。。。 a thousand men； or a thousand Trollocs； would very likely draw Machin Shin within minutes； a monstrous wasp to a bowl of honey。 It is much more probable that they travel no more than ten or twenty together； fifty at most； and the groups spaced out。 Of course； the questions remain of how many groups they are bringing； and how much time they allow to elapse between。 And they would lose some anyway。 It might be that Shadowspawn attract Machin Shin less than humankind； but。。。 Hmmm。 Fascinating thought。 I wonder。。。〃 Patting Tomas on the leg much in the manner she had patted his horse； she turned away； already lost in study。 The Warder heeled his horse after her。
〃If you ride even one step near the Westwood；〃 Faile said calmly； 〃I will haul you back to the inn by your ear and stuff you into that bed myself。〃
〃I wasn't thinking of it；〃 Perrin lied； turning Stepper so his back was to the woods。 One man and an Ogier might escape notice； make it to the mountains safely。 They might。 The Waygate had to be locked permanently if Emond's Field was to have any chance。 〃You talked me out of it； remember？〃 Another man might find them； knowing they were there。 Three sets of eyes could keep sharper watch than two； especially when one set was his； and he was certainly not doing anything here。 His clothes stuffed with straw and set on Stepper could do as much。
Suddenly； above the shouting and carrying on around him； he heard sharper shouts； a clamor from the south； near the Old Road。
〃He said they wouldn't e again soon！〃 he growled； and dug his heels into Stepper's flanks。
Chapter 45
（Sunburst）
The Tinker's Sword
Galloping through the village with Faile at his heels； Perrin found the men on the south side in a cluster； peering out over the cleared fields and muttering； some with bows half…drawn。 Two wagons blocked the gap the Old Road made in the sharp stakes The nearest low stone fence still standing； bordering a field of tabac； lay five hundred paces off； with nothing between taller than barley stubble； the ground short of it sprouted arrows like weeds。 Smoke curled up in the far distance； a dozen or more thick black plumes； some wide enough to be fields burning。
Cenn Buie was there； and Hari and Darl Coplin。 Bili Congar had an arm around the shoulders of his cousin Wit； Daise's bony husband； who looked as if he wished Bili would not breathe on him。 None smelled of fear； only excitement。 And Bili of ale。 At least ten men at once tried to tell him what had happened； some were louder than others。
〃The Trollocs tried us here； as well；〃 Hari Coplin shouted； 〃but we showed them； didn't we？〃 There were murmurs of agreement； but just as many or more eyed each other doubtfully and shifted their feet。
〃We've some heroes here； too；〃 Darl said in a loud； rough voice。 〃Your lot up at the wood aren't the only ones。〃 A bigger man than his brother； he had that same weasel…narrow Coplin face； the same tight mouth as if he had just bitten a green persimmon。 When he thought Perrin was not looking； he shot him a spiteful look。 It did not necessarily mean he really wished he had been up facing the Westwood； Darl and Hari and most of their relatives usually found a way to see themselves being cheated； whatever the situation。
〃This calls for a drink！〃 old Bili announced； then scowled in disappointment when no one echoed him。
A head lifted above the distant wall and hurriedly ducked back down； but not before Perrin saw a brilliant yellow coat。 〃Not Trollocs；〃 he growled disgustedly。 〃Tinkers！ You were shooting at Tuatha'an。 Get those wagons out of the way。〃 Standing in his stirrups； he cupped hands to his mouth。 〃You can e on！〃 he shouted。 〃It is all right！ No one will hurt you！ I said move those wagons；〃 he sn