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an said something； and the girl taking the plate from her laughed。 The man started to cut another slice。
Suddenly another girl screamed； pointing at the door to the street。 The man dropped the carving knife and whirled； then he screamed； too； face tight with horror； and snatched up a child。 The woman grabbed another； and motioned desperately to the others； her mouth working frantically； silently。 They all scrabbled toward a door in the back of the room。
That door burst open； and …
Blink。
Rand could not move。 The flies buzzing over the table sounded louder。 His breath made a cloud in front of his mouth。
Blink。
A smiling； bald…headed man in rough clothes laid a slice of meat on a plate held by a woman with a worn face。 She was smiling； too； though。 She added peas and turnips to the plate and passed it to one of the children lining the table。 There were half a dozen children； boys and girls； from nearly grown down to barely tall enough to look over the table。 The woman said something； and the girl taking the plate from her laughed。 The man started to cut another slice。
Suddenly another girl screamed； pointing at the door to the street。 The man dropped the carving knife and whirled； then he screamed； too； face tight with horror； and snatched up a child。 The woman grabbed another； and motioned desperately to the others； her mouth working frantically； silently。 They all scrabbled toward the door in the back of the room。
That door burst open； and …
Blink。
Rand struggled； but his muscles seemed frozen。 The room was colder； he wanted to shiver； but he could not move even that much。 Flies crawled all over the table。 He groped for the void。 The sour light was there； but he did not care。 He had to…
Blink。
A smiling； bald…headed man in rough clothes laid a slice of meat on a plate held by a woman with a worn face。 She was smiling； too； though。 She added peas and turnips to the plate and passed it to one of the children lining the table。 There were half a dozen children； boys and girls； from nearly grown down to barely tall enough to look over the table。 The woman said something； and the girl taking the plate from her laughed。 The man started to cut another slice。
Suddenly another girl screamed； pointing at the door to the street。 The man dropped the carving knife and whirled； then he screamed； too； face tight with horror； and snatched up a child。 The woman grabbed another； and motioned desperately to the others； her mouth working frantically； silently。 They all scrabbled toward a door in the back of the room。
That door burst open； and …
Blink。
The room was freezing。 So cold。 Flies blackened the table； the walls were a shifting mass of flies； the floor； the ceiling； all black with them。 They crawled on Rand； covering him； crawled over his face； his eyes； into his nose； his mouth。 Light； help me。 Cold。 The flies buzzed like thunder。 Cold。 It penetrated the void； mocking the emptiness； encasing him in ice。 Desperately he reached for the flickering light。 His stomach twisted； but the light was warm。 Warm。 Hot。 He was hot。
Suddenly he was tearing at 。。。 something。 He did not know what； or how。 Cobwebs made of steel。 Moonbeams carved from stone。 They crumbled at his touch； but he knew he had not touched anything。 They shriveled and melted with the heat that surged through him； heat like a forge fire； heat like the world burning； heat like…
It was gone。 Panting； he looked around with wide eyes。 A few flies lay on the half…carved roast； in the platter。 Dead flies。 Six flies。 Only six。 There were more in the bowls； half a dozen tiny black specks among the cold vegetables。 All dead。 He staggered out into the street。
Mat was just ing out of a house across the street； shaking his head。 〃Nobody there；〃 he told Perrin； still on his horse。 〃It looks like they just got up in the middle of supper and walked away。〃
A shout came from the square。
〃They've found something；〃 Perrin said； digging his heels into his horse's flanks。 Mat scrambled into his saddle and galloped after him。
Rand mounted Red more slowly； the stallion shied as if feeling his unease。 He glanced at the houses as he rode slowly toward the square； but he could not make himself look at them for long。 Mat went in one； and nothing happened to him。 He resolved not to set foot inside another house in that village no matter what。 Booting Red； he quickened his pace。
Everyone was standing like statues in front of a large building with wide double doors。 Rand did not think it could be an inn； there was no sign； for one thing。 Perhaps a village meeting place。 He joined the silent circle； and stared along with the rest。
There was a man spread…eagled across the doors with thick spikes through wrists and shoulders。 More spikes had been driven into his eyes to hold his head up。 Dark； dried blood made fans down his cheeks。 Scuff marks on the wood behind his boots showed that he had been alive when it was done。 When it began； anyway。Rand's breath caught。 Not a man。 Those black clothes； blacker than black； had never been worn by any human。 The wind flapped an end of the cloak caught behind the body … which it did not always； he knew too well； the wind did not always touch those clothes … but there had never been any eyes in that pale； bloodless face。
〃Myrddraal；〃 he breathed； and it was as if his speaking released all the others。 They began to move again； and breathe。
〃Who；〃 Mat began； and had to stop to swallow。 〃Who could do this to a Fade？〃 His voice squeaked at the end。
〃I don't know；〃 Ingtar said。 〃I do not know。〃 He looked around； examining faces； or perhaps counting to be sure everyone was there。 〃And I do not think we will learn anything here。 We ride。 Mount！ Hurin； find the trail out of this place。〃
〃Yes； my Lord。 Yes。 With pleasure。 That way； my Lord。 They're still heading south。〃
They rode away leaving the dead Myrddraal where it hung； the wind stirring its black cloak。 Hurin was first beyond the wall； not waiting on Ingtar for a change； but Rand came close behind him。
Chapter 11
（Serpent and Wheel）
Glimmers of the Pattern
For once； Ingtar called a halt to the day's march with the sun still golden above the horizon。 The toughened Shienarans were feeling the effects of what they had seen in the village。 Ingtar had not stopped so early before； and the campsite he chose had the look of a place that could be defended。 It was a deep hollow； almost round； and big enough to hold all the men and horses fortably。 A sparse thicket of scrub oak and leatherleaf covered the outer slopes。 The rim itself stood more than high enough to hide anyone in the campsite even without the trees。 The height nearly passed for a hill； in that country。
〃All I'm bloody saying；〃 he heard Uno tell Ragan as they dismounted； 〃is that I bloody saw her； burn you。 Just before we found the goat…kissing Halfman。 The same flaming woman as at the flaming ferry。 She was there； and then she bloody wasn't。 You say what you bloody want to； but you watch how you flaming say it； or I'll bloody skin you