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She gave him a snort and a shake of her head and banged the door shut behind her。
Thom drummed his fingers on the table。 Coat or no coat； Rand was still only a shepherd。 If he had been more； if he had been what Thom once suspected … a man who could channel … neither Moiraine nor any other Aes Sedai would ever have let him walk away ungentled。 Horn or no Horn； the boy was only a shepherd。
〃He is out of it；〃 he said aloud； 〃and so am I。〃
Chapter 27
（Horned Skull）
The Shadow in the Night
〃I do not understand it；〃 Loial said。 〃I was winning； most of the time。 And then Dena came in and joined the game； and she won it all right back。 Every toss。 She called it a little lesson。 What did she mean by that？〃
Rand and the Ogier were making their way through the Foregate； The Bunch of Grapes behind them。 The sun sat low in the west； a red ball half below the horizon； throwing long shadows behind them。 The street was empty save for one of the big puppets； a goat…horned Trolloc with a sword at its belt； ing toward them with five men working the poles； but sounds of merriment drifted still from other parts of the Foregate； where the halls of entertainment and the taverns stood。 Here； doors were already barred and windows shuttered。
Rand stopped fingering the wooden flute case and slung it on his back。 I suppose I couldn't expect him to throw over everything and e with me； but at least he could talk to me。 Light； I wish Ingtar would show up。 He stuffed his hands in his pockets and felt Selene's note。
〃You don't suppose she 。。。〃 Loial paused unfortably。 〃You don't suppose she cheated； do you？ Everybody was grinning as if she were doing something clever。〃
Rand shrugged at his cloak。 I have to take the Horn and go。 If we wait for Ingtar； anything can happen。 Fain will e sooner or later。 I have to stay ahead of him。 The men with the puppet were almost to them。
〃Rand；〃 Loial said suddenly； 〃I don't think that's a …〃
Abruptly the men let their poles clatter to the packed dirt street； instead of collapsing； the Trolloc leaped for Rand with outstretched hands。
There was no time to think。 Instinct brought the sword out of its sheath in a flashing arc。 The Moon Rises Over the Lakes。 The Trolloc staggered back with a bubbling cry； snarling even as it fell。
For an instant everyone stood frozen。 Then the men … the Darkfriends； they had to be … looked from the Trolloc lying in the street to Rand； with the sword in his hands and Loial at his side。 They turned and ran。
Rand was staring at the Trolloc； too。 The void had surrounded him before his hand touched hilt； saidin shone in his mind； beckoning； sickening。 With an effort； he made the void vanish； and licked his lips。 Without the emptiness； fear crawled on his skin。
〃Loial； we have to get back to the inn。 Hurin's alone； and they…〃 He grunted as he was lifted into the air by a thick arm long enough to pin both of his to his chest。 A hairy hand grabbed his throat。 He caught sight of a tusked snout just over his head。 A rank smell filled his nose； equal parts sour sweat and pigsty。
As quickly as it had seized him； the hand at his throat was torn away。 Stunned； Rand stared at it； at the thick Ogier fingers clutching the Trolloc's wrist。
〃Hold on； Rand。〃 Loial's voice sounded strained。 The Ogier's other hand came around and took hold of the arm still holding Rand above the ground。 〃Hold on。〃
Rand was shaken from side to side as Ogier and Trolloc struggled。 Abruptly he fell free。 Staggering； he took two steps to get clear and turned back with sword raised。
Standing behind the boar…snouted Trolloc； Loial had it by wrist and forearm； holding its arms spread wide； breathing hard with the effort。 The Trolloc snarled gutturally in the harsh Trolloc tongue； throwing its head back in efforts to catch Loial with a tusk。 Their boots scuffled across the dirt of the street。
Rand tried to find a place to put his blade in the Trolloc without hurting Loial； but Ogier and Trolloc spun in their rough dance so much that he could find no opening。
With a grunt； the Trolloc pulled its left arm free； but before it could loose itself pletely； Loial snapped his own arm around its neck； hugging the creature close。 The Trolloc clawed at its sword； the scythe…like blade hung on the wrong side for left…handed use； but inch by inch the dark steel began sliding out of the scabbard。 And still they thrashed about so that Rand could not strike without risking Loial。
The Power。 That could do it。 How； he did not know； but he knew nothing else to try。 The Trolloc had its sword half unsheathed。 When the curved blade was bare； it would kill Loial。
Reluctantly； Rand formed the void。 Saidin shone at him； pulled at him。 Dimly； he seemed to recall a time when it had sung to him； but now it only drew him； a flower's perfume drawing a bee； a midden's stench drawing a fly。 He opened himself up； reached for it。 There was nothing there。 He could as well have been reaching for light in truth。 The taint slid off onto him； soiling him； but there was no flow of light inside him。 Driven by a distant desperation； he tried again and again。 And again and again there was only the taint。
With a sudden heave； Loial threw the Trolloc aside； so hard that the thing cartwheeled against the side of a building。 It struck； headfirst； with a loud crack； and slid down the wall to lie with its neck twisted at an impossible angle。 Loial stood staring at it； his chest heaving。
Rand looked out of the emptiness for a moment before he realized what had happened。 As soon as he did； though； he let void and tainted light go； and hurried to Loial's side。
〃I never 。。。 killed before； Rand。〃 Loial drew a shuddering breath。
〃It would have killed you if you hadn't；〃 Rand told him。 Anxiously； he looked at the alleys and shuttered windows and barred doors。 Where there were two Trollocs； there had to be more。 〃I'm sorry you had to do it； Loial； but it would have killed both of us； or worse。〃
〃I know。 But I cannot like it。 Even a Trolloc。〃 Pointing toward the setting sun； the Ogier seized Rand's arm。 〃There's another of them。〃
Against the sun； Rand could not make out details； but it appeared to be another group of men with a huge puppet； ing toward Loial and him。 Except that now he knew what to look for； the 〃puppet〃 moved its legs too naturally； and the snouted head rose to sniff the air without anyone lifting a pole。 He did not think the Trolloc and Darkfriends could see him among the evening shadows； or what lay in the street around him； they moved too slowly for that。 Yet it was plain they were hunting； and ing closer。
〃Fain knows I am out here somewhere；〃 he said； hastily wiping his blade on a dead Trolloc's coat。 〃He's set them to find me。 He is afraid of the Trollocs being seen； though； or he wouldn't have them disguised。 If we can reach a street where there are people； we'll be safe。 We have to get back to Hurin。 If Fain finds him； alone with the Horn 。。。〃
He pulled Loial along to the next corner and turned toward the nearest sounds of laughter and music； but long before they reached it； another group of men appeared ahead of them in the otherwise empty street with a puppet that was no puppet。 Rand and Loial took the next turning。 It led east。
Every time Rand tried to reach the music and laughter； there was a Trolloc in the way； often sniffing the air for a scent。 Some Trollocs hunted by scent。 Sometimes； here where there were no eyes to see； a Trolloc stalked alone。 More than once he was sure it was one he had seen before。 They were closing in； and making sure he and Loial did not leave the deserted streets with their shuttered windows。 Slowly the two of them were forced east； away from the city and Hurin； away from other people； along narrow； slowly darkening streets that ran in all directions； uphill and down。 Rand eyed the houses they passed； the tall buildings closed up tight for the night； with more than a little regret。 Even if he pounded on a door until someone opened it； even if they took Loial and him in； none of the doors he saw would stop a Trolloc。 All that would do would be to offer up more victims with Loial and himself。
〃Rand；〃 Loial said finally； 〃there is nowhere else to go。〃
They had reached the eastern edge of the Foregate； the tall buildings to either side of them were the last。 Lights in windows on the upper stories mocked him； but the lower floors were all shut tight。 Ahead lay the hills； cloaked in first twilight and bare of so much as a farmhouse。 Not entirely empty； though。 He could just make out pale walls surrounding one of the larger hills； perhaps a mile away； and buildings inside。
〃Once they push us out there；〃 Loial said； 〃they won't have to worry who sees them。〃
Rand gestured to the walls around the hill。 〃Those should stop a Trolloc。 It must be a lord's manner。 Maybe they'll let us in。 An Ogier； and an outland lord？ This coat has to be good for something sooner or later。 〃 He looked back down the street。 No Trollocs in sight yet； but he drew Loial around the side of the building anyw