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t was。。。 What was？ He could not seem to remember。
He was lying on something hard； listening to Alanna speak。 〃。。。barbs are caught on bone as well as flesh； and the arrowhead has twisted。 I must realign it with the first wound and pull it out。 If the shock does not kill him； I can then Heal the damage I have done as well as the rest。 There is no other way。 He is near the brink now。〃 Nothing to do with him。
Faile smiled down at him tremulously； her face upside down。 Had he really once thought her mouth was too wide？ It was just right。 He wanted to touch her cheek； but Mistress al'Vere and Mistress Luhhan were holding his wrists for some reason； leaning with all their weight。 Someone was lying across his legs； too； and Loial's big hands swallowed his shoulders； pressing them flat to the table。 Table。 Yes。 The kitchen table。
〃Bite down； my heart；〃 Faile said from far away。 〃It will hurt。〃
He wanted to ask her what would hurt； but she was pressing a leather…wrapped stick into his mouth。 He smelled the leather and the spicewood and her。 Would she e hunting with him； running across the endless grassy plains after endless herds of deer？ Icy cold shivered through him； vaguely he recognized the feel of the One Power。 And then there was pain。 He heard the stick snap between his teeth before blackness covered everything。
Chapter 44
（Horned Skull）
The Breaking Storm
Perrin opened his eyes slowly； staring up at the plain white plastered ceiling。 It took a moment to realize he was in a four…posted bed； lying on a feather mattress with a blanket over him and a goose…down pillow under his head。 A myriad of scents danced in his nose； the feathers and the wool of the blanket； a goose roasting； bread and honeycakes baking。 One of the Winespring Inn's rooms。 With unmistakable bright morning light streaming in at the white…curtained windows。 Morning。 He fumbled at his side。 Unbroken skin met his fingers； but he felt weaker than at any time since being shot。 A small enough price； though； and a fair enough exchange。 His throat felt parched； too。
When he moved； Faile leaped up from a chair beside the small stone fireplace； tossing aside a red blanket and stretching。 She had changed to a darker narrow…skirted riding dress； and wrinkles in the gray silk said she had slept in that chair。 〃Alanna said you needed sleep；〃 she said。 He reached toward the white pitcher on the small table beside the bed； and she hurriedly poured a cup of water and held it for him to drink。 〃You need to stay right here for another two or three days； until you have your strength back。〃
The words sounded normal； except for an undercurrent he barely caught； a tightness at the corners of her eyes。 〃What is wrong？〃
She replaced the cup carefully on the bedside table and smoothed her dress。 〃Nothing is wrong。〃 The taut underlying tone was even clearer。
〃Faile； don't lie to me。〃
〃I do not lie！〃 she snapped。 〃I will have some breakfast brought up to you； and you're lucky I do that； calling me …〃
〃Faile。〃 He said her name as sternly as he could； and she hesitated； her most arrogant； chin…up glare changing to forehead…creasing worry and back again。 He met her gaze straight on； she was not going to get away with any fine lady's haughty tricks with him。
At last； she sighed。 〃I suppose you have a right to know。 But you are still staying in that bed until Alanna and I say you can get up。 Loial and Gaul are gone。〃
〃Gone？〃 He blinked in confusion。 〃What do you mean gone？ They left？〃
〃In a way。 The sentries saw them go； this morning at first light； trotting off into the Westwood together。 None of them thought anything of it； certainly none tried to stop them； an Ogier and an Aiel。 I heard of it less than an hour ago。 They were talking about trees； Perrin。 About how the Ogier sing to trees。〃
〃Trees？〃 Perrin growled。 〃It's that bloody Waygate！ Burn me； I told him not to。。。 They'll get themselves killed before they reach it！〃
Throwing off the blanket； he swung his legs over the side of the bed； wobbling to his feet。 He had nothing on； he realized； not even his smallclothes。 But if they expected to keep him caged under a blanket； they were sadly mistaken。 He could see everything folded neatly on the tall…backed chair by the door； with his boots beside it and his axe hanging by its belt from a peg on the wall。 Stumbling to his clothes； he began dressing as quickly as he could。
〃What are you doing？〃 Faile demanded。 〃You put yourself back in that bed！〃 One fist on her hip； she pointed mandingly； as if her finger could transport him there。
〃They can't have gotten that far；〃 he told her。 〃Not afoot。 Gaul won't ride； and Loial always did claim he trusted his own feet more than any horse。 I can catch them up on Stepper by midday latest。〃 Pulling his shirt over his head he left it hanging loose over his breeches and sat down… dropped； actually … to draw on his boots。
〃You are mad； Perrin Aybara！ What chance you can even find them in that forest？〃
〃I am not so bad at tracking； myself。 I can find them。〃 He smiled at her； but she was not having any。
〃You can get yourself killed； you hairy fool！ Look at you。 You can hardly stand。 You would fall out of the saddle before you had gone a mile！〃
Hiding the effort involved； he stood and stamped his feet to settle them in his boots。 Stepper would do all the work； he only needed to hold on。 〃Nonsense。 I'm strong as a horse。 Stop trying to bully me。〃 Shrugging into his coat； he snatched up his axe and belt。 Faile caught his arm as he opened the door； and was pulled along； vainly trying to haul him back。
〃Sometimes you have the brains of a horse；〃 she panted。 〃Less！ Perrin； you must listen to me。 You must …〃
The room lay only a few steps along the narrow hallway from the stairs leading down to the empty mon room； and it was the stairs that betrayed him。 When his knee bent to lower him that first step； it kept right on bending； he toppled forward； vainly trying to catch the banister； pulling a yelling Faile with him。 Rolling over and over； they thumped down the stairs to e up with a final thud against the barrel at the bottom； Faile lying stretched full…length atop him。 The barrel teetered and spun； rattling the swords inside； before settling with a final clank。
It took a moment for Perrin to gather enough breath to speak。 〃Are you all right？〃 he said anxiously。 She was sprawled limply on his chest。 He shook her gently。 〃Faile； are you …？〃
Slowly she raised her head and brushed a few short strands of dark hair from her face； then stared at him intently。 〃Are you all right？ Because if you are； I may very well do something violent to you。〃
Perrin snorted； she was probably hurt less than he。 Gingerly； he felt at where the arrow had been； but that was in no worse shape than the rest of him。 Of course； the rest of him seemed bruised from head to toe。 〃Get off of me； Faile。 I need to fetch Stepper。〃
Instead； she seized his collar with both hands and leaned very close； until their noses almost touched。 〃Listen to me； Perrin；〃 she said urgently。 〃You … can … not … do … everything。 If Loial and Gaul have gone to lock the Waygate； you must let them。 Your place is here。 Even if you were strong enough … and you are not！ Do you hear me？ You are not strong enough！ … but even if you were； you must not go after them。 You cannot do everything！〃
〃Why； whatever are you two doing？〃 Marin al'Vere said。 Wiping her hands on her long white apron； she came from the back door of the mon room。 Her eyebrows looked to be trying to climb into her hair。 〃I expected Trollocs after all that racket； but not this。〃 She sounded half scandalized； and half amused。
What they looked like； Perrin realized； with Faile lying on him that way； their heads close together； was a couple playing kissing games。 On the floor of the mon room。
Faile's cheeks reddened and she got up very quickly； dusting her dress。 〃He is as stubborn as a Trolloc； Mistress al'Vere。 I told him he was too weak to rise。 He must go back to his bed immediately。 He has to learn he cannot do everything himself； especially when he cannot even walk down a flight of steps。〃
〃Oh； my dear；〃 Mistress al'Vere said； shaking her head； 〃that is quite the wrong way。〃 Leaning close to the younger woman； she whispered softly； but Perrin heard every word。 〃He was an easy little boy to manage most of the time； if you handled him properly； but when you tried to push him； he was as muley as any in the Two Rivers。 Men don't really change that much； only grow taller。 If you go telling him what he must and musn't do； he will surely lay his ears back and dig his heels in。 Let me show you。〃 Marin turned a beaming smile on him； ignoring his glare。 〃Perrin； don't you think one of my good goose…feather mattresses is better than that floor？ I'll bring you some of my kidney pie just as soon as we have you tucked in。 You must be hungry； after no supper last night。 Here。 Why don't let me help you up？〃
Pushing their hands away； he stood on his own。 Well； with the aid of the wall。 He thought he might have sprained half the muscl