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Mat turned around sullenly。 〃Are we just going to keep on walking？ It's in there； I tell you。〃
〃The Horn is what we are after；〃 Ingtar growled。 〃I mean to find Fain and make him tell me where it is。〃 He did not slow down。
Mat said nothing； but his entire face was a plea。
I have to find Fain； too； Rand thought。 I have to。 But when he looked at Mat's face； he said； 〃Ingtar； if the dagger is in that house； Fain likely is too。 I can't see him letting the dagger or the Horn； either one； far out of his sight。〃
Ingtar stopped。 After a moment； he said； 〃It could be； but we will never know from out here。〃
〃We could watch for him to e out；〃 Rand said。 〃If he es out at this time of the morning； then he spent the night there。 And I'll wager where he sleeps is where the Horn is。 If he does e out； we can be back to Verin by midday and have a plan made before nightfall。〃
〃I do not mean to wait for Verin；〃 Ingtar said； 〃and neither will I wait for night。 I've waited too long already。 I mean to have the Horn in my hands before the sun sets again。〃
〃But we don't know； Ingtar。〃
〃I know the dagger is in there；〃 Mat said。
〃And Hurin says Fain was here last night。〃 Ingtar overrode Hurin's attempts to qualify that。 〃It is the first time you have been willing to say anything closer than a day or two。 We are going to take back the Horn now。 Now！〃
〃How？〃 Rand said。 The officer was no longer watching them； but there were still at least twenty soldiers in front of the building。 And a pair of grolm。 This is madness。 There can't be grolm here。 Thinking it did not make the beasts disappear； though。
〃There seem to be gardens behind all these houses；〃 Ingtar said； looking around thoughtfully。 〃If one of those alleys runs by a garden wall。。。 Sometimes men are so busy guarding their front； they neglect their back。 e。〃 He headed straight for the nearest narrow passage between two of the tall houses。 Hurin and Mat trotted right after him。
Rand exchanged looks with Perrin … his curly…haired friend gave a resigned shrug … and they followed； too。
The alley was barely wider than their shoulders； but it ran between high garden walls until it crossed another alley big enough for a push…barrow or small cart。 That was cobblestoned； too； but only the backs of buildings looked down on it； shuttered windows and expanses of stone； and the high back walls of gardens overtopped by nearly leafless branches。
Ingtar led them along that alley until they were opposite the waving banner。 Taking his steel…backed gauntlets from under his coat； he put them on and leaped up to catch the top of the wall； then pulled himself up enough to peek over。 He reported in a low monotone。 〃Trees。 Flower beds。 Walks。 There isn't a soul to be … Wait！ A guard。 One man。 He isn't even wearing his helmet。 Count to fifty； then follow me。〃 He swung a boot to the top of the wall and rolled over inside； disappearing before Rand could say a word。
Mat began to count slowly。 Rand held his breath。 Perrin fingered his axe； and Hurin gripped the hilts of his weapons。
〃。。。 fifty。〃 Hurin scrambled up and over the wall before the word was well out of Mat's mouth。 Perrin went right beside him。
Rand thought Mat might need some help…he looked so pale and drawn…but he gave no sign of it as he scrambled up。 The stone wall provided plenty of handholds； and moments later Rand was crouched on the inside with Mat and Perrin and Hurin。
The garden was in the grip of deep autumn； flower beds empty except for a few evergreen shrubs； tree branches nearly bare。 The wind that rippled the banner stirred dust across the flagstone walks。 For a moment Rand could not find Ingtar。 Then he saw the Shienaran； flat against the back wall of the house； motioning them on with sword in hand。
Rand ran in a crouch； more conscious of the windows blankly peering down from the house than of his friends running beside him。 It was a relief to press himself against the house beside Ingtar。
Mat kept muttering to himself； 〃It's in there。 I can feel it。〃
〃Where is the guard？〃 Rand whispered。
〃Dead；〃 Ingtar said。 〃The man was overconfident。 He never even tried to raise a cry。 I hid his body under one of those bushes。〃
Rand stared at him。 The Seanchan was overconfident？ The only thing that kept him from going back right then was Mat's anguished murmurs。
〃We are almost there。〃 Ingtar sounded as if he were speaking to himself； too。 〃Almost there。 e。〃
Rand drew his sword as they started up the back steps。 He was aware of Hurin unlimbering his short…bladed sword and notched sword…breaker； and Perrin reluctantly drawing his axe from the loop on his belt。
The hallway inside was narrow。 A half…open door to their right smelled like a kitchen。 Several people were moving about in that room； there was an indistinguishable sound of voices； and occasionally the soft clatter of a pot lid。
Ingtar motioned Mat to lead； and they crept by the door。 Rand watched the narrowing opening until they were around the next corner。
A slender young woman with dark hair came out of a door ahead of them； carrying a tray with one cup。 They all froze。 She turned the other way without looking in their direction。 Rand's eyes widened。 Her long white robe was all but transparent。 She vanished around another corner。
〃Did you see that？〃 Mat said hoarsely。 〃You could see right through …〃
Ingtar clapped a hand over Mat's mouth and whispered； 〃Keep your mind on why we are here。 Now find it。 Find the Horn for me。〃
Mat pointed to a narrow set of winding stairs。 They climbed a flight； and he led them toward the front of the house。 The furnishings in the hallways were sparse； and seemed all curves。 Here and there a tapestry hung on a wall； or a folding screen stood against it； each painted with a few birds on branches； or a flower or two。 A river flowed across one screen； but aside from rippling water and narrow strips of riverbank； the rest of it was blank。
All around them Rand could hear the sounds of people stirring； slippers scuffing on the floor； soft murmurs of speech。 He did not see anyone； but he could imagine it all too well； someone stepping into the hall to see five slinking men with weapons in their hands； shouting an alarm。。。
〃In there；〃 Mat whispered； pointing to a big pair of sliding doors ahead； carved handholds their only ornamentation。 〃At least； the dagger is。〃
Ingtar looked at Hurin； the sniffer slid the doors open； and Ingtar leaped through with his sword ready。 There was no one there。 Rand and the others hurried inside； and Hurin quickly closed the doors behind them。
Painted screens hid all the walls and any other doors； and veiled the light ing through windows that had to overlook the street。 At one end of the big room stood a tall； circular cabinet。 At the other was a small table； the lone chair on the carpet turned to face it。 Rand heard Ingtar gasp； but he only felt like heaving a sigh of relief。 The curling golden Horn of Valere sat on a stand on the table。 Below it； the ruby in the hilt of the ornate dagger caught the light。
Mat darted to the table； snatching Horn and dagger。 〃We have it；〃 he crowed； shaking the dagger in his fist。 〃We have both of them。〃
〃Not so loud；〃 Perrin said with a wince。 〃We don't have them out of here； yet。〃 His hands were busy on the haft of his axe； they seemed to want to be holding something else。
〃The Horn of Valere。〃 There was sheer awe in Ingtar's voice。 He touched the Horn hesitantly； tracing a finger along the silver script inlaid around the bell and mouthing the translation； then pulled his hand back with a shiver of excitement。 〃It is。 By the Light； it is！ I am saved。〃
Hurin was moving the screens that hid the windows。 He shoved the last out of his way and peered into the street below。 〃Those soldiers are all still there； looking like they've took root。〃 He shuddered。 〃Those 。。。 things； too。〃
Rand went to join him。 The two beasts were grolm； there was no denying it。 〃How did they 。。。〃 As he lifted his eyes from the street； words died。 He was looking over a wall into the garden of the big house across the street。 He could see where further walls had been torn down； joining other gardens to it。 Women sat on benches there； or strolled along the walks； always in pairs。 Women linked； neck to wrist； by silver leashes。 One of the women with a collar around her neck looked up。 He was too far to make out her face clearly； but for an instant it seemed that their eyes met； and he knew。 The blood drained from his face。 〃Egwene；〃 he breathed。
〃What are you talking about？〃 Mat said。 〃Egwene is safe in Tar Valon。 I wish I were。〃
〃She's here；〃 Rand said。 The two women were turning； walking toward one of the buildings on the far side of the joined gardens。 〃She is there； right across the street。 Oh； Light； she's wearing one of those collars！〃
〃Are you sure？〃 Perrin said。 He came to peer from the window。 〃I don't see her； Rand。 And … and I could recognize her if I did； even at this distance。〃
〃I am sure；〃 Rand said。 T