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〃Two Rivers！〃 someone shouted frantically； off through the damp woods； and then another； 〃Two Rivers！〃
Two。 Only two。 〃Faile！〃 he cried。 〃Oh； Light； Faile！〃
A flicker of black flowing through the trees announced a Myrddraal before he could see it clearly； snakelike black armor down its chest； inky cloak hanging undisturbed by its running。 As it came closer； it slowed to a sinuous； assured walk； it knew he was hurt； knew him for easy meat。 Its pale…faced； eyeless stare stabbed him with fear。 〃Faile？〃 it said mockingly。 Its voice made the name sound like burned leather crumbling。 〃Your Faile was delicious。〃
Roaring； Perrin hurled himself at it。 A black…bladed sword turned his first stroke。 And his second。 His third。 The thing's slug…white face became fixed with concentration； but it moved like a viper； like lightning。 For the moment he had it on the defensive。 For the moment。 Blood trickled down his side； his side burned like a forge…fire。 He could not keep this up。 And when his strength failed； that sword would find his heart。
His foot slipped in the mud churned up beneath his boots； the Fade's blade drew back … and a blurring sword half…severed the eyeless head； so it fell over on one shoulder in a fountain of black blood。 Stabbing blindly； the Myrddraal staggered forward； stumbling； refusing to die pletely； still instinctively trying to kill。
Perrin scrambled out of its path； but his attention was all for the man coolly wiping his blade with a fistful of leaves。 Ihvon's color…shifting cloak hung down his back。 〃Alanna sent me to find you。 I almost didn't； the way you have been moving； but seventy horses do leave tracks。〃 The dark； slender Warder seemed as posed as if he were lighting his pipe before a fireplace。 〃The Trollocs were not linked to that。。。〃 He indicated the Myrddraal with his sword； it had fallen； but still stabbed randomly。 〃。。。more's the pity； but if you can gather your people together； they might not be willing to try you without one of the Faceless to goad them。 I would estimate about a hundred； to begin。 A few less； now。 You have bloodied them some。〃 He began a calm survey of the shadows beneath the trees； only the blade in his hand indicating anything out of the ordinary。
For a bare moment Perrin gaped。 Alanna wanted him？ She had sent Ihvon？ Just in time to save his life。 Shaking himself； he raised his voice again。 〃Two Rivers to me！ For the love of the Light； rally to me！ Here！ Rally！ Here！〃
This time he kept it up until familiar faces appeared； stumbling through the trees。 Blood…streaked faces； often as not。 Shocked； staring faces。 Some men half…supported others； and some had lost their bows。 The Aiel were among them； apparently unhurt except that Gaul limped slightly。
〃They did not e as we expected〃 was all the Aielman said。 The night was colder than we expected。 There was more rain than we expected。 That was how he said it。
Faile seemed to materialize with the horses。 With half the horses； including Stepper and Swallow； and nine of the twelve men he had left with her。 A scrape marred one cheek； but she was alive。 He tried to hug her； but she pushed his arms away； muttering angrily over the broken…off arrow even while she gently pulled his coat away from the thick shaft in an effort to examine where it had gone in。
Perrin studied the men around him。 They had stopped ing now； yet there were faces missing。 Kenley Ahan。 Bili al'Dai。 Teven Marwin。 He made himself name the missing； made himself count them。 Twenty…seven。 Twenty…seven not there。 〃Did you bring all the wounded？〃 he asked dully。 〃Is anybody left out there？〃 Faile's hand trembled on his side； her expression as she frowned at his wound was a blend of worry and fury。 She had a right to be angry。 He should never have gotten her into this。
〃Only the dead；〃 Ban al'Seen said in a voice as leaden as his face。
Wil looked to be frowning at something just out of sight。 〃I saw Kenley；〃 he said。 〃His head was in the crook of an oak； but the rest of him was down at the foot。 I saw him。 His cold won't bother him now。〃 He sneezed； and looked startled。
Perrin sighed heavily； and wished he had not； pain shooting up his side clenched his teeth。 Faile； a green…and…gold silk scarf wadded in her hand； was trying to pull his shirt out of his breeches。 He pushed her hands away despite her scowl； there was no time for tending wounds now。 〃Wounded on the horses；〃 he said when he could speak。 〃Ihvon； will they attack us？〃 The forest seemed too still。 〃Ihvon？〃 The Warder appeared； leading a dark gray gelding with a fierce eye。 Perrin repeated his question。
〃Perhaps。 Perhaps not。 On their own； Trollocs kill whomever is easiest。 Without a Halfman； they would probably rather find a farm than someone who might put arrows in them。 Make sure everyone who can stand upright carries a bow with an arrow nocked even if they cannot draw it。 They may decide the price is too high for the fun。〃
Perrin shivered。 If the Trollocs did attack； they would have as much fun as a dance at Sunday。 Ihvon and the Aiel were the only ones really ready to fight back。 And Faile； her dark eyes shone with fury。 He had to get her to safety。
The Warder did not offer his own horse for the wounded； which made sense。 The animal was not likely to let anyone else on its back； and a war…trained horse with its master in the saddle would be a formidable weapon if the Trollocs came again。 Perrin tried to put Faile up on Swallow； but she stopped him。 〃The wounded； you said；〃 she told him softly。 〃Remember？〃
To his disgust； she insisted he ride Stepper。 He expected the others to protest； after he had brought them to disaster； but no one did。 There were just enough horses for those who could not walk； and those unable to walk far … grudgingly he admitted that he was one of the latter … so he ended up in his saddle。 Half the other riders had to cling to theirs。 He sat upright； gritting his teeth to do it。
Those who walked or stumbled； and some who rode； clutched their bows as if they meant salvation。 Perrin carried one； too； and so did Faile； though he doubted she could even draw a Two Rivers longbow。 It was appearance that counted now； illusion that might see them safe。 Like Ihvon； alert as a coiled whip； the three Aiel looked unchanged as they glided ahead； spears stuck through the harness of the bow cases on their backs； horn bows in hand and ready。 The rest； including himself； were a ragbag remnant； nothing like the band he had led here； so confident and full of his own pride。 Yet illusion worked as well as reality。 For the first mile through the tangle vagrant breezes brought him Trolloc stink； the scent of Trollocs shadowing； stalking。 Then the stench slowly faded and vanished as the Trollocs fell behind； deluded by a mirage。
Faile walked beside Stepper； one hand on Perrin's leg as though she meant to hold him up。 Now and then she looked up at him； smiling encouragingly； but with worry creasing her forehead。 He smiled back as best he could； trying to make her think he was all right。 Twenty…seven。 He could not stop the names from running through his head。 Colly Garren and Jared Aydaer； Dael al'Taron and Ken Chandin。 Twenty…seven Two Rivers folk he had killed with his stupidity。 Twenty…seven。
They took the most direct route back out of the Waterwood； breaking clear sometime in the afternoon。 It was hard to tell exactly how late with the sky still blanketed in gray and everything blandly shadowed。 High…grass pasture dotted with trees stretched in front of them； and some scattered sheep； and a few farmhouses in the distance。 No smoke rose from any of the chimneys； if there was anyone in those houses； something hot would have been cooking in the fireplace。 The nearest rising smoke plume looked five miles off at least。
〃We should find a farm for the night；〃 Ihvon said。 〃Some place under cover in case it rains again。 A fire。 Food。〃 He looked at the Two Rivers men and added； 〃Water and bandages。〃
Perrin only nodded。 The Warder was better than he at knowing the right thing to do。 Old Bili Congar with his head full of ale was probably better。 He just let Stepper follow Ihvon's gray。
Before they had gone much beyond a mile； a faint thread of music caught Perrin's ear； fiddles and flutes playing merry tunes。 At first he thought he was dreaming； but then the others heard； too； exchanging incredulous looks； then relieved grins。 Music meant people； and happy people by the sound； someone celebrating。 That anyone might have something to celebrate was enough to pick their feet up somewhat。
Chapter 41
（Leaf）
Among the Tuatha'an
A gathering of wagons came in sight； a little off to the south； like small houses on wheels； tall wooden boxes； painted and lacquered in violent shades of red and blue and green and yellow； all standing in a large； rough circle around a few broad…limbed oak trees。 The music came from there。 Perrin had heard there were Tinkers； Traveling People； in the Two Rivers； but he had not seen them until now。 Hobbled horses cropped the long grass nearby。
〃I will sleep elsewhere；〃 Gaul said stiffly when he saw Perrin mea