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willing to take a chance？〃
〃To help an Emond's Fielder？ Of course！ What kind of chance？〃
He pointed into the darkness again； beyond the tents。 This time she could make out nothing but shadows。 〃Their horse…lines。 If the picket ropes are cut； not all the way through； but enough so they'll break when Moiraine creates a diversion； the Whitecloaks will be too busy chasing their own horses to e after us。 There are two guards on that side of the camp； beyond the picket…lines； but if you are half as good as I think you are； they'll never see you。〃
She swallowed hard。 Stalking rabbits was one thing； guards； though； with spears and swords 。。。 So he thinks I'm good； does he？ 〃I'll do it。〃
Lan nodded again； as if he had expected no less。 〃One other thing。 There are wolves about； tonight。 I saw two； and if I saw that many； there are probably more。〃 He paused； and though his voice did not change she had the feeling he was puzzled。 〃It was almost as if they wanted me to see them。 Anyway； they shouldn't bother you。 Wolves usually stay away from people。〃
〃I wouldn't have known that；〃 she said sweetly。 〃I only grew up around shepherds。〃 He grunted； and she smiled into the darkness。
〃We'll do it now； then；〃 he said。
Her smile faded as she peered down at the camp full of armed men。 Two hundred men with spears and swords and 。。。 Before she could reconsider； she eased her knife in its sheath and started to slip away。 Moiraine caught her arm in a grip almost as strong as Lan's。
〃Take care；〃 the Aes Sedai said softly。 〃Once you cut the ropes； return as quickly as you can。 You are a part of the Pattern； too； and I would not risk you； any more than any of the others； if the whole world was not at risk in these days。〃
Nynaeve rubbed her arm surreptitiously when Moiraine released it。 She was not about to let the Aes Sedai know the grip had hurt。 But Moiraine turned back to watching the camp below as soon as she let go。 And the Warder was gone； Nynaeve realized with a start。 She had not heard him leave。 Light blind the bloody man！ Quickly she tied her skirts up to give her legs freedom； and hurried into the night。
After that first rush； with fallen branches cracking under her feet； she slowed down； glad there was no one there to see her blush。 The idea was to be quiet； and she was not in any kind of petition with the Warder。 Oh； no？
She shook off the thought and concentrated on making her way through the dark woods。 It was not hard in and of itself； the faint light of the waning moon was more than enough for anyone who had been taught by her father； and the ground had a slow； easy roll。 But the trees； bare and stark against the night sky； constantly reminded her that this was no childhood game； and the keening wind sounded all too much like Trolloc horns。 Now that she was alone in the darkness； she remembered that the wolves that usually ran away from people had been behaving differently in the Two Rivers this winter。
Relief flooded through her like warmth when she finally caught the smell of horses。 Almost holding her breath； she got down on her stomach and crawled upwind； toward the smell。
She was nearly on the guards before she saw them； marching toward her out of the night； white cloaks flapping in the wind and almost shining in the moonlight。 They might as well have carried torches； torchlight could not have made them much more visible。 She froze； trying to make herself a part of the ground。 Nearly in front of her； not ten paces away； they marched to a halt with a stomp of feet； facing each other； spears shouldered。 Just beyond them she could make out shadows that had to be the horses。 The stable smell； horse and manure； was strong。
〃All is well with the night；〃 one white…cloaked shape announced。 〃The Light illumine us； and protect us from the Shadow。〃
〃All is well with the night；〃 the other replied。 〃The Light illumine us； and protect us from the Shadow。〃
With that they turned and marched off into the darkness again。
Nynaeve waited； counting to herself while they made their circuit twice。 Each time they took exactly the same count； and each time they rigidly repeated the same formula； not a word more or less。 Neither so much as glanced to one side； they stared straight ahead as they marched up； then marched away。 She wondered if they would have noticed her even if she had been standing up。
Before the night swallowed the pale swirls of their cloaks a third time； she was already on her feet； running in a crouch toward the horses。 As she came close； she slowed so as not to startle the animals。 The Whitecloak guards might not see what was not shoved under their noses； but they would certainly investigate if the horses suddenly began whickering。
The horses along the picket…lines … there was more than one row…were barely realized masses in the darkness； heads down。 Occasionally one snorted or stamped a foot in its sleep。 In the dim moonlight she was nearly on the endpost of the picket…line before she saw it。 She reached for the picket…line； and froze when the nearest horse raised its head and looked at her。 Its single lead…rein was tied in a big loop around the thumb…thick line that ended at the post。 One whinny。 Her heart tried to pound its way out of her chest； sounding loud enough to bring the guards。
Never taking her eyes off the horse； she sliced at the picket…rope； feeling in front of her blade to see how far she had cut。 The horse tossed its head； and her breath went cold。 Just one whinny。
Only a few thin strands of hemp remained whole under her fingers。 Slowly she headed toward the next line； watching the horse until she could no longer see if it was looking at her or not； then drew a ragged breath。 If they were all like that； she did not think she would last。
At the next picket…rope； though； and the next； and the next； the horses remained asleep； even when she cut her thumb and bit off a yelp。 Sucking the cut； she looked warily back the way she had e。 Upwind as she was； she could no longer hear the guards make their exchange； but they might have heard her if they were in the right place。 If they were ing to see what the noise had been； the wind would keep her from hearing them until they were right on top of her。 Time to go。 With four horses out of five running loose； they won't be chasing anyone。
But she did not move。 She could imagine Lan's eyes when he heard what she had done。 There would be no accusation in them； her reasoning was sound； and he would not expect any more of her。 She was a Wisdom； not a bloody great invincible Warder who could make himself all but invisible。 Jaw set； she moved to the last picket…line。 The first horse on it was Bela。
There was no mistaking that squat； shaggy shape； for there to be another horse like that； here and now； was too big a coincidence。 Suddenly she was so glad that she had not left off this last line that she was shaking。 Her arms and legs trembled so that she was afraid to touch the picket…rope； but her mind was as clear as the Winespring Water。 Whichever of the boys was in the camp； Egwene was there； too。 And if they left riding double； some of the Children would catch them no matter how well the horses were scattered； and some of them would die。 She was as certain as if she were listening to the wind。 That stuck a spike of fear into her belly； fear of how she was certain。 This had nothing to do with weather or crops or sickness。 Why did Moiraine tell me I can use the Power？ Why couldn't she leave me alone？
Strangely； the fear stilled her trembling。 With hands as steady as if she were grinding herbs in her own house she slit the picket…rope as she had the others。 Thrusting the dagger back into its sheath； she untied Bela's lead…rein。 The shaggy mare woke with a start； tossing her head； but Nynaeve stroked her nose and spoke forting words softly in her ear。 Bela gave a low snort and seemed content。
Other horses along that line were awake； too； and looking at her。 Remembering Mandarb； she reached hesitantly to the next lead…rein； but that horse gave no objection to a strange hand。 Indeed； it seemed to want some of the muzzle…stroking that Bela had received。 She gripped Bela's rein tightly and wrapped the other around her other wrist； all the while watching the camp nervously。 The pale tents were only thirty yards off； and she could see men moving among them。 If they noticed the horses stirring and came to see what caused it 。。。
Desperately she wished for Moiraine not to wait on her return。 Whatever the Aes Sedai was going to do； let her do it now。 Light； make her do it now； before。。。
Abruptly lightning shattered the night overhead； for a moment obliterating darkness。 Thunder smote her ears； so hard she thought her knees would buckle； as a jagged trident stabbed the ground just beyond the horses； splashing dirt and rocks like a fountain。 The crash of riven earth fought the thunderstroke。 The horses went mad； screaming and rearing； the picket…ropes snapped like thread where she had cut them。 Another lightning bolt sliced down before the image of the first faded。
Nynaeve was too busy to exult。 At the first clash Bela jerked one way while the other horse reared away in the opposite direction。 She thought her arms were being pulled out of their sockets。 For an endless minute she hung suspended between the horses； her feet off the ground； her scream flattened by the second crash。 Again the lightning struck； and again； and again； in one continuous； raging roar from the heavens。 Balked in the way they wanted to go； the horses surged back； letting her drop。 She wanted to crouch on the ground and soothe her tortured shoulders； but there was no time。 Bela and the other horse buffeted her； eyes rolling wildly till only whites showed； threatening to knock her down and trample her。 Somehow she made her arms lift； clutched her hands in Bela's mane； pulled herself onto the heaving mare's back。 The other rein was still around her wrist； pulled tight into the flesh。
Her jaw dropped as a long； gray shadow snarled past； seeming to ignore her and the horses with her； but teeth snapping at the crazed animals now darting in every direction。 A second shadow of death followed close behind。 Nynaeve wanted to scream again； but nothing came out。 Wolves！ Light help us！ What is Moiraine doing？
The heels she dug into Bela's sides were not needed。 The mare ran； and the other was more than happy to follow。 Anywhere； so long as they could run； so long as they could escape the fire from the sky that killed the night。
Chapter 38
Rescue
Perrin shifted as best he could with his wrists bound behind him and finally gave up with a sigh。 Every rock he avoided brought him two more。 Awkwardly he tried to work his cloak back over him。 The night was cold； and the ground seemed to draw all the heat out of him； as it had every night since the Whitecloaks took them。 The Children did not think prisoners needed blankets； or shelter。 Especially not dangerous Darkfriends。
Egwene lay huddled against his back for warmth； sleeping the deep sleep of exhaustion。 She never even murmured at his shifting。 The sun was long hours below the horizon； and he ached from head to foot after a day walking behind a horse with a halter around his neck； but sleep would not e for him。
The column did not move that fast。 With most of their remounts lost to the wolves in the stedding； the Whitecloaks could not push on as hard as they wanted； the delay was another thing they held against the Emond's Fielders。 The sinuous double line did move steadily； though … Lord Bornhald meant to reach Caemlyn in time for whatever it was … and always in the back of Perrin's mind was the fear that if he fell the Whitecloak holding his leash would not stop； no matter Lord Captain Bornhald's orders to keep them alive for the Questioners in Amador。 He knew he could not save himself if that happened； the only times they freed his hands were when he was fed and for visits to the latrine pit。 The
halter made every step momentous； every rock underfoot potentially fatal。 He walked with muscles tense； scanning the ground with anxious eyes。 Whenever