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outh。 He scanned the room once； already turning to go； then suddenly gave a start at nothing Rand could see and sat down at a table Jak and Strom had just emptied。 A serving maid stopped at his table； then brought him a mug of wine which he pushed to one side and never touched again。 She seemed in a hurry to leave his table both times； though he did not try to touch her of even look at her。 Whatever it was about him that made her uneasy； others who came close to him noticed it； too。 For all of his soft look； whenever some callus…handed wagon driver decided to share his table； one glance was all it took to send the man looking elsewhere。 He sat as if there were no one else in the room but him … and Rand and Mat。 Them he watched over steepled hands that glittered with a ring on each finger。 He watched them with a smile of satisfied recognition。
Rand murmured to Mat as they were changing places again； and Mat nodded。 〃I saw him；〃 he muttered。 〃Who is he？ I keep thinking I know him。 〃
The same thought had occurred to Rand； tickling the back of his memory； but he could not bring it forward。 Yet he was sure that face was one he had never seen before。
When they had been performing for two hours； as near as Rand could estimate； he slipped the flute into its case and he and Mat gathered up their belongings。 As they were stepping down from the low platform； Hake came bustling up； anger twisting his narrow face。
〃It's time to eat；〃 Rand said to forestall him； 〃and we don't want our things stolen。 You want to tell the cook？〃 Hake hesitated； still angry； trying unsuccessfully to keep his eyes off what Rand held in his arms。 Casually Rand shifted his bundles so he could rest one hand on the sword。 〃Or you can try throwing us out。〃 He made the emphasis deliberately； then added； 〃There's a lot of night left for us to play； yet。 We have to keep our strength up if we're going to perform well enough to keep this crowd spending money。 How long do you think this room will stay full if we fall over from hunger？〃
Hake's eyes twitched over the room full of men putting money in his pocket； then he turned and stuck his head through the door to the rear of the inn。 〃Feed 'em！〃 he shouted。 Rounding on Rand and Mat； he snarled； 〃Don't be all night about it。 I expect you up there till the last man's gone。 〃
Some of the patrons were shouting for the musician and the juggler； and Hake turned to soothe them。 The man in the velvet cloak was one of the anxious ones。 Rand motioned Mat to follow him。
A stout door separated the kitchen from the front of the inn； and； except when it opened to let a serving maid through； the rain pounding the roof was louder in the kitchen than the shouts from the mon room。 It was a big room； hot and steamy from stoves and ovens； with a huge table covered with half…prepared food and dishes ready to be served。 Some of the serving maids sat clustered on a bench near the rear door； rubbing their feet and chattering away all at once with the fat cook； who talked back at the same time and waved a big spoon to emphasize her points。 They all glanced up as Rand and Mat came in； but it did not slow their conversation or stop their foot rubbing。
〃We ought to get out of here while we have the chance；〃 Rand said softly； but Mat shook his head； his eyes fixed on the two plates the cook was filling with beef and potatoes and peas。 She hardly looked at the two of them； keeping up her talk with the other women while she pushed things aside on the table with her elbows and set the plates down； adding forks。
〃After we eat is time enough。〃 Mat slid onto a bench and began using his fork as if it were a shovel。
Rand sighed； but he was right behind Mat。 He had had only a butt…end of bread to eat since the night before。 His belly felt as empty as a beggar's purse； and the cooking smells that filled the kitchen did not help。 He quickly had his mouth full； though Mat was getting his plate refilled by the cook before he had finished half of his。
He did not mean to eavesdrop on the women's talk； but some of the words reached out and grabbed him。
〃Sounds crazy to me。〃
〃Crazy or not； it's what I hear。 He went to half the inns in town before he came here。 Just walked in； looked around； and walked out without saying one word； even at the Royal Inn。 Like it wasn't raining at all。〃
〃Maybe he thought here was the most fortable。〃 That brought gales of laughter。
〃What I hear is he didn't even get to Four Kings till after nightfall； and his horses blowing like they'd been pushed hard。〃
〃Where'd he e from； to get caught out after dark？ Nobody but a fool or a madman travels anywhere and plans it that badly。〃
〃Well； maybe he's a fool； but he's a rich one。 I hear he even has another carriage for his servants and baggage。 There's money there； mark my words。 Did you see that cloak of his？ I wouldn't mind having that my ownself。 〃
〃He's a little plump for my taste； but I always say a man can't be too fat if enough gold es with it。〃 They all doubled over giggling； and the cook threw back her head and roared with laughter。
Rand dropped his fork on his plate。 A thought he did not like bubbled in his head。 〃I'll be back in a minute；〃 he said。 Mat barely nodded； stuffing a piece of potato into his mouth。
Rand picked up his sword belt along with his cloak as he stood； and buckled it around his waist on the way to the back door。 No one paid him any mind。
The rain was bucketing down。 He swung his cloak around his shoulders and pulled the hood over his head； holding the cloak closed as he trotted across the stableyard。 A curtain of water hid everything except when lightning flashed； but he found what he was hunting。 The horses had been taken into the stable； but the two black…lacquered carriages glistened wetly outside。 Thunder grumbled； and a bolt of lightning streaked above the inn。 In the brief burst of light he made out a name in gold script on the coach doors。 Howal Gode。
Unmindful of the rain beating at him； he stood staring at the name he could no longer see。 He remembered where he had last seen black…lacquered coaches with their owners' names on the door； and sleek； overfed men in silk…lined velvet cloaks and velvet slippers。 Whitebridge。 A Whitebridge merchant could have a perfectly legitimate reason to be on his way to Caemlyn。 A reason that sends him to half the inns in town before he chooses the one where you are？ A reason that makes him look at you as if he's found what he's searching for？
Rand shivered； and suddenly he was aware of rain trickling down his back。 His cloak was tightly woven； but it had never been meant to stand up to this kind of downpour。 He hurried back to the inn； splashing through deepening puddles。 Jak blocked the door as he started through。
〃Well； well； well。 Out here alone in the dark。 Dark's dangerous； boy。〃
Rain slicked Rand's hair down across his forehead。 The stableyard was empty except for them。 He wondered if Hake had decided he wanted the sword and the flute badly enough to forgo keeping the crowd in the mon room。
Brushing water out of his eyes with one hand； he put the other on his sword。 Even wet； the nobby leather made a sure grip for his fingers。 〃Has Hake decided all those men will stay just for his ale； instead of going where there's entertainment； too？ If he has； we'll call the meal even for what we've done so far and be on our way。〃
Dry in the doorway； the big man looked out at the rain and snorted。 〃In this？〃 His eyes slid down to Rand's hand on the sword。 〃You know； me and Strom got a bet。 He figures you stole that from your old grandmother。 Me； I figure your grandmother'd kick you round the pigpen and hang you out to dry。〃 He grinned。 His teeth were crooked and yellow； and the grin made him look even meaner。 〃Night's long yet； boy。〃
Rand brushed past him； and Jak let him by with an ugly chuckle。
Inside； he tossed off his cloak and dropped on the bench at the table he had left only minutes before。 Mat was done with his second plate and working on a third； eating more slowly now； but intently； as if he planned to finish every bite if it killed him。 Jak took up a place by the door to the stableyard； leaning against the wall and watching them。 Even the cook seemed to feel no urge to talk with him there。
〃He's from Whitebridge；〃 Rand said softly。 There was no need to say who 〃he〃 was。 Mat's head swiveled toward him； a piece of beef on the end of the fork suspended halfway to his mouth。 Conscious of Jak watching； Rand stirred the food on his plate。 He could not have gotten a mouthful down if he had been starving； but he tried to pretend an interest in the peas as he told Mat about the carriages； and what the women had said； in case Mat had not been listening。
Obviously he had not been。 Mat blinked in surprise and whistled between his teeth； then frowned at the meat on his fork and grunted as he tossed the fork onto his plate。 Rand wished he would make at least an effort to be circumspect。
〃After us；〃 Mat said when he finished。 The creases in Mat's forehead deepened。
〃A Darkfriend？〃
〃Maybe