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hat awaited them there。 He did not know what it might be； but the days since Jarra had made him wary。
〃I don't see why you can't sleep；〃 Loial told him。 〃I am so tired by the time she lets us halt for the night； I fall asleep before I can lie down。〃
Perrin only shook his head。 There was no way to explain to Loial that he did not dare sleep soundly； that even his lightest sleep was full of troubled dreams。 Like that odd one with Egwene and Hopper in it。 Well； no wonder I dream about her。 Light； I wonder how she is。 Safe in the Tower by now； and learning how to be Aes Sedai。 Verin will look after her； and after Mat； too。 He did not think anyone needed to look after Nynaeve； around Nynaeve； to his mind； other people needed someone to look after them。
He did not want to think about Hopper。 He was succeeding in keeping live wolves out of his head； although at the price of feeling as if he had been hammered…and…drawn by a hasty hand； he did not want to think a dead wolf might be creeping in。 He shook himself and forced his eyes wide open。 Not even Hopper。
There had been more reasons than bad dreams not to sleep well。 They had found other signs left by Rand's passage。 Between Jarra and the River Eldar there had been none Perrin could see； but when they crossed the Eldar by a stone bridge arching from one fifty…foot river cliff to another； they had left behind a town called Sidon all in ashes。 Every building。 Only a few stone walls and chimneys still stood among the ruins。
Bedraggled townspeople said a lantern dropped in a barn had started it； and then the fire seemed to run wild； and everything went wrong。 Half the buckets that could be found had holes in them。 Every last burning wall had fallen outward instead of in； setting houses to either side alight。 Flaming timbers from the inn had somehow tumbled as far as the main well in the square； so no one could draw more water from it to fight the fires； and houses had fallen right on top of three other wells。 Even the wind had seemed to shift； fanning the flames in every direction。
There had been no need to ask Moiraine if Rand's presence had caused it； her face； like cold iron； was answer enough。 The Pattern shaped itself around Rand； and chance ran wild。
Beyond Sidon they had ridden through four small towns where only Lan's tracking told them Rand was still ahead。 Rand was afoot； now； and had been for some time。 They had found his horse back beyond Jarra； dead； looking as if it had been mauled by wolves； or dogs run wild。 It had been hard for Perrin not to reach out； then； especially when Moiraine looked up from the horse to frown at him。 Luckily； Lan had found the tracks of Rand's boots； running from where the dead horse lay。 One boot heel had a three…cornered gouge from a rock； it made his prints plain。 But afoot or mounted； he seemed to be staying ahead of them。
In the four villages after Sidon； the biggest excitement anyone could remember was seeing Loial ride in； and discovering that he was an Ogier； for real and for true。 They were so caught up with that； that they barely even noticed Perrin's eyes； and when they did。。。 Well； if Ogier were real； then men could very well have any color eyes at all。
But after those came a little place named Willar； and it was celebrating。 The spring on the village mon was flowing again； after a year of hauling water a mile from a stream when all efforts at digging wells had failed and half the people had moved away。 Willar would not die after all。 Three more untouched villages had been followed in quick succession； all in one day； by Samaha； where every well in town had gone dry just the night before； and people were muttering about the Dark One； then Tallan； where all the old arguments the village had ever known had bubbled to the surface like overflowing cesspits a morning earlier； and it had taken three murders to shock everyone back to their senses； and finally Fyall； where the crops this spring looked to be the poorest anyone could remember； but the Mayor； digging a new privy behind his house； had found rotted leather sacks full of gold； so none would go hungry。 No one in Fyall recognized the fat coins； with a woman's face on one side and an eagle on the other； Moiraine said they had been minted in Manetheren。
Perrin had finally asked her about it； as they sat around their campfire one night。 〃After Jarra； I thought。。。 They were all so happy； with their weddings。 Even the Whitecloaks were only made to look like fools。 Fyall was all right … Rand couldn't have had anything to do with their crops； they were failing before he ever came； and that gold was surely good； with their need … but all this other。。。 That town burning； and the wells failing； and。。。 That is evil； Moiraine。 I can't believe Rand is evil。 The Pattern may be shaping itself around him； but how can the Pattern be that evil？ It makes no sense； and things have to make sense。 If you make a tool with no sense to it； it's wasted metal。 The Pattern wouldn't make waste。〃
Lan gave him a wry look； and vanished into the darkness to make a circuit around their campsite。 Loial； already stretched out in his blankets； lifted his head to listen； ears pricking forward。
Moiraine was silent for a time； warming her hands。 Finally she spoke while staring into the flames。 〃The Creator is good； Perrin。 The Father of Lies is evil。 The Pattern of Age； the Age Lace itself； is neither。 The Pattern is what is。 The Wheel of Time weaves all lives into the Pattern； all actions。 A pattern that is all one color is no pattern。 For the Pattern of an Age； good and ill are the warp and the woof。〃
Even riding through late…afternoon sunshine three days later； Perrin felt the chill he had had on first hearing her say those words。 He wanted to believe the Pattern was good。 He wanted to believe that when men did evil things； they were going against the Pattern； distorting it。 To him the Pattern was a fine and intricate creation made by a master smith。 That it mixed pot metal and worse in with good steel with never a care was a cold thought。
〃I care；〃 he muttered softly。 〃Light； I do care。〃 Moiraine glanced back at him； and he fell silent。 He was not sure what the Aes Sedai cared about； beyond Rand。
A few minutes later Lan appeared from ahead and swung his black warhorse in beside Moiraine's mare。 〃Remen lies just over the next hill；〃 he said。 〃They have had an eventful day or two； it seems。〃
Loial's ears twitched once。 〃Rand？〃
The Warder shook his head。 〃I do not know。 Perhaps Moiraine can say； when she sees。〃 The Aes Sedai gave him a searching look； then heeled her white mare to a quicker step。
They topped the hill； and Remen lay spread out below them； hard against the river。 The Manetherendrelle stretched more than half a mile wide here； and there was no bridge； though two crowded； barge…like ferries crept across； propelled by long oars； and one nearly empty was returning。 Three more shared long stone docks with nearly a dozen river traders' vessels； some with one mast； some with two。 A few bulky gray stone warehouses separated the docks from the town itself； where the buildings seemed mo