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no one in sight； no smoke rising from the farmhouse chimneys beyond the fields。 Perrin knew the people who lived there； the al'Loras in two of the big houses； the Barsteres in the others。 Hardworking folk。 If there had been anyone in those houses； they would have been at their labors long since。 Gaul waved from the edge of a thicket； then vanished into the trees。
Perrin heeled Stepper up beside Tam and Abell。 〃Shouldn't we stay under cover as long as we can？ Six people on horses won't go unnoticed。〃 They kept their mounts at a steady walk。
〃Not many to notice us； lad；〃 Master al'Thor replied； 〃as long as we stay away from the North Road。 Most farms have been abandoned； close by to the woods。 Anyway； nobody travels alone these days； not far from their own doorstep。 Ten people together wouldn't be noticed twice nowadays； though mostly folk travel by wagon； if at all。〃
〃It'll take us most of daylight to reach Watch Hill as it is；〃 Master Cauthon said； 〃without trying to cover the distance through the woods。 Would be a little faster along the road； but more chance of meeting Whitecloaks； too。 More chance somebody might turn us in for the rewards。〃
Tam nodded。 〃But we have friends up this way； too。 We figure to stop at Jac al'Seen's farm about midday to breathe the horses and stretch our legs。 We will make it to Watch Hill while there's still light enough to see。〃
〃There will be enough light；〃 Perrin said absently； there was always light enough for him。 He twisted in his saddle to peer back at the farmhouses。 Abandoned； but not burned； not ransacked that he could make out。 Curtains hung at the windows still。 Unbroken windows。 Trollocs liked smashing things； and empty houses were an invitation。 Weeds stood tall among the barley and oats； but the fields had not been trampled。 〃Have Trollocs attacked Emond's Field itself？〃
〃No； they have not； 〃 Master Cauthon said in a thankful tone。 〃They'd have no easy time if they did； mind。 People learned to keep a sharp eye out Winternight before last。 There's a bow beside every door； and spears and the like。 Besides； the Whitecloaks patrol down to Emond's Field every few days。 Much as I hate to admit it； they do keep the Trollocs back。〃
Perrin shook his head。 〃Do you have any idea how many Trollocs there are？〃
〃One's too many；〃 Abell grunted。
〃Maybe two hundred；〃 Tam said。 〃Maybe more。 Probably more。〃 Master Cauthon looked surprised。 〃Think on it； Abell。 I don't know how many the Whitecloaks have killed； but the Warders claim they and the Aes Sedai have finished off nearly fifty； and two Fades。 It hasn't lessened the number of burnings we hear about。 I think it has to be more； but you figure it out for yourself。 〃 The other man nodded unhappily。
〃Then why haven't they attacked Emond's Field？〃 Perrin asked。 〃If two or three hundred came in the night； they could likely burn the whole village and be gone before the Whitecloaks up at Watch Hill even heard about it。 Still easier for them to hit Deven Ride。 You said the Whitecloaks don't go down that far。〃
〃Luck；〃 Abell muttered； but he sounded troubled。 〃That's what it is。 We've been lucky。 What else could it be？ What are you getting at； boy？〃
〃What he's getting at；〃 Faile said； closing up beside them； 〃is that there must be a reason。〃 Swallow was enough taller than the Two Rivers horses to let her look Tam and Abell in the eye； and she made it a firm look。 〃I have seen the aftermath of Trolloc raids in Saldaea。 They despoil what they do not bum； kill or carry off people and farm animals； whoever and whatever is not protected。 Entire villages have disappeared in bad years。 They seek wherever is weakest； wherever they can kill the most。 My father …〃 She bit it off； drew a deep breath； and went on。 〃Perrin has seen what you should have。〃 She flashed him a proud smile。 〃If the Trollocs have not attacked your villages； they have a reason。〃
〃I have thought of that；〃 Tam said quietly； 〃but I can't think why。 Until we know； luck is as good an answer as any。〃
〃Perhaps；〃 Verin said； joining them； 〃it is a lure。〃 Tomas still hung back a little； dark eyes searching the country they rode through as relentlessly as any Aiel's。 The Warder was watching the sky； too； there was always the chance of a raven。 Barely pausing； Verin's gaze brushed across Perrin to the two older men。 〃News of continued trouble； news of Trollocs； will draw eyes to the Two Rivers。 Andor will surely send soldiers； and perhaps other lands as well； for Trollocs this far south。 That is if the Children are allowing any news out； of course。 I surmise Queen Morgase's Guards would be little happier to find so many Whitecloaks than they would to find Trollocs。〃
〃War；〃 Abell muttered。 〃What we have is bad enough； but you are talking war。〃
〃It might be so；〃 Verin said placently。 〃It might be。〃 Frowning in a preoccupied manner； she dug a steel…nibbed pen and a small cloth…bound book from her pouch； and opened a little leather case at her belt that held an ink bottle and sandshaker。 Wiping the pen absentmindedly on her sleeve； she began jotting in the book despite the awkwardness of writing while riding。 She seemed pletely oblivious of any unease she might have caused。 Perhaps she really was。
Master Cauthon kept murmuring 〃War；〃 wonderingly； under his breath； and Faile put a forting hand on Perrin's arm； her eyes sad。
Master al'Thor only grunted； he had been in a war； so Perrin had heard； though not where or how； exactly。 Just somewhere outside the Two Rivers； where he had gone as a young man； returning years later with a wife and a child； Rand。 Few Two Rivers folk ever left。 Perrin doubted if any of them really knew what a war was； except by what they heard from peddlers； or merchants and their guards and wagon drivers。 He knew； though。 He had seen war； on Toman Head。 Abell was right。 What they had was bad enough； but it did not e near war。
He held his peace。 Maybe Verin was right。 And maybe she just wanted to stop them speculating。 If Trollocs harrying the Two Rivers were bait for a trap； it had to be a trap for Rand； and the Aes Sedai had to know it。 That was one of the problems with Aes Sedai； they could hand you 〃if's and 〃might〃s until you were sure they had told you flat out what they had only suggested。 Well； if the Trollocs … or whoever sent them； rather； one of the Forsaken； maybe？ … thought to trap； Rand； they would have to settle for Perrin instead … a simple blacksmith instead of the Dragon Reborn … and he did not mean to walk into any traps。
They rode on silently through the morning。 In this region farms were scattered； with sometimes a mile or more between。 Every last one lay abandoned； fields choked with weeds； barn doors swinging in any errant breeze。 Only one had been burned； and of that nothing stood except the chimneys； soot…black fingers rising from ashes。 The people who had died there … Ayellins； cousins of those who lived in Emond's Field … had been buried near the pear trees beyond the house。 Those few who had been found。 Abell had to be pressed to talk about it； and Tam would not。 They seemed to think it would upset him。 He knew what Trollocs ate。 Anything that was meat。 He stroked his axe absently until Faile took his hand。 For some reason she was the one who seemed disturbed。 He had thought she knew more of Trollocs than that。
The Aiel managed to stay out of sight even between copses； except when they wanted to be seen。 When Tam began angling eastward； Gaul and the two Maidens shifted with them。
As Master Cauthon had predicted； the al'Seen farm came in sight with the sun still shy of its full height。 There was not another farm in view； though a few widely separated gray plumes of chimney smoke rose both north and east。 Why were they hanging on； isolated like this？ If Trollocs came； their only hope was Whitecloaks chancing to be near at the same time。
While the rambling farmhouse was still small in the distance； Tam reined in and waved the Aiel to join them； suggesting they find a place to wait until the rest of them left the farm。 〃They won't talk about Abell or me；〃 he said； 〃but you three will set tongues wagging with the best will in the world。〃
That was putting it mildly； with their odd clothes and their spears； and two of them women。 A rabbit apiece dangled beside their quivers； though Perrin could not see how they had found time to hunt while keeping ahead of the horses。 They seemed less tired than the horses； for that matter。
〃Well enough；〃 Gaul said。 〃I will find a place to eat my own meal； and watch for your going。〃 He turned and loped away immediately。 Bain and Chiad exchanged glances。 After a moment Chiad shrugged； and they followed。
〃Aren't they together？〃 Mat's father asked； scratching his head。
〃It is a long story；〃 Perrin said。 It was better than telling him Chiad and Gaul might decide to kill each other over a feud。 He hoped the water oath held。 He had to remember to ask Gaul what a water oath was。
The al'Seen farm was just about as big as farms went in the Two Rivers； with three tall barns and five tabac curing sheds。 The stone…walled cote； full of black…faced sheep； spread as wide as some pastures； and rail…fenced yards kept white…spotted milk cows separate from black beef cattle。 Pigs grunted contentedly in their wallow； chickens wandered everywhere； and there were white geese on a good…sized pond。
The first odd thing Perrin noticed was the boys on the thatched roofs of the house and barns； eight or nine of them； with bows and quivers。 They shouted down as soon as they saw the riders； and women hustled children inside before shading their eyes to see who was ing。 Men gathered in the farmyard； some with bows； others with pitchforks and bushhooks held like weapons。 Too many people。 Far too many； even for a farm as big as this。 He looked a question at Master al'Thor。
〃Jac took in his cousin Wit's people；〃 Tam explained； 〃because Wit's farm was too close to the Westwood。 And Flann Lewin's people after their farm was attacked。 Whitecloaks drove the Trollocs off before more than his barns were burned； but Flann decided it was time to go。 Jac is a good man。〃
As they rode into the farmyard； and Tam and Abell were recognized； men and women crowded around with smiles and a babble of wele while they dismounted。 Seeing that； children burst out of the house； followed by the women who had been minding them and others； fresh from the kitchen； wiping hands on aprons。 Every generation was represented； from white…haired Astelle al'Seen； bent…backed but using her stick to thump people out of her way more than to walk with； down to a swaddled infant in the arms of a more than stout young woman with a bright smile。
Perrin looked past the stout； smiling woman； then his head whipped back。 When he had left the Two Rivers； Laila Dearn had been a slim girl who could dance any three boys into the ground。 Only the smile and the eyes were the same。 He shivered。 There had been a time when he had dreamed of marrying Laila； and she had returned the feeling somewhat。 The truth was； she had held on to it longer than he had。 Luckily； she was too entranced with her baby and the even wider fellow by her side to pay much attention to him。 Perrin recognized the man with her； too。 Natley Lewin。 So Laila was a Lewin now。 Odd。 Nat never could dance。 Thanking the Light for his escape； Perrin looked around for Faile。
He found her idly flipping Swallow's reins while the mare nuzzled her shoulder。 She was too busy smiling admiringly at Wil al'Seen； a cousin from Deven Ride way； to notice her horse； though； and Wil was smiling back。 A good…looking boy； Wil。 Well； he was a year older than Perrin； but too good…looking not to appear boyish。 When Wil came down to Emond's Field for dances； the girls all used to stare at him and sigh。 Just the way Faile was now。 True； she was not sighing； but her smile was decidedly approving。
Perrin went over and put an arm around her； resting his other hand on his axe。 〃How are you； Wil？〃 he asked； smiling for all he was worth。 No point in letting Faile think he was jealous。 Not that he was。
〃Fine； Perrin。〃 Wil's eyes slid