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Lan appeared from the alleyway beside the inn and moved out into the street； eyes studying the darker shadows along the buildings。
〃Maybe he missed seeing something；〃 Perrin muttered； though he found it hard to believe； and turned toward the alley。 I am supposed to be looking； so I'll look。 Maybe he did miss something。
Lan had stopped a little way down the street； staring at the paving stones in front of his feet。 The Warder started back toward the inn； walking quickly； but peering at the street ahead of him as if following something。 Whatever it was led straight to one of the mounting blocks； almost beside the inn door。 He stopped there； staring at the top of the gray stone block。
Perrin decided to abandon going down the alley … it stank as much as the canals in this part of Illian； for one thing … and walked over to Lan； instead。 He saw what the Warder was staring at right away。 Pressed into the top of the stone mounting block were two prints； as if a huge hound had rested its forepaws there。 The smell that was almost burned sulphur was strongest here。 Dogs don't make footprints in stone。 Light； they don't！ He could make out the trail Lan had followed； too。 The hound had trotted up the street as far as the mounting block； then turned and gone back the way it had e。 Leaving tracks in the stone as if they had been a plowed field。 They just don't！
〃Darkhound；〃 Lan said； and Zarine gasped。 Loial moaned softly。 For an Ogier。 〃A Darkhound leaves no mark on dirt； blacksmith； not even on mud； but stone is another matter。 There hasn't been a Darkhound seen south of the Mountains of Dhoom since the Trolloc Wars。 This one was hunting for something； I'd say。 And now that it has found it； it has gone to tell its master。〃
Me？ Perrin thought。 Gray Men and Darkhounds hunting me？ This is crazy！
〃Are you telling me Nieda was right？〃 Zarine demanded in a shaky voice。 〃Old Grim is really riding with the Wild Hunt？ Light！ I always thought it was just a story。〃
〃Don't be a plete fool； girl；〃 Lan said harshly。 〃If the Dark One were free； we'd all be worse than dead by now。〃 He peered off down the street； the way the tracks went。 〃But Darkhounds are real enough。 Almost as dangerous as Myrddraal； and harder to kill。〃
〃Now you bring Fetches into it；〃 Zarine muttered。 〃Gray Men。 Fetches。 Darkhounds。 You had better lead me to the Horn of Valere； farmboy。 What other surprises do you have waiting for me？〃
〃No questions；〃 Lan told her。 〃You still know little enough that Moiraine will release you from your oath； if you swear not to follow。 I'll take that oath myself； and you can go now。 You would be wise to give it。〃
〃You will not frighten me away； stone…face；〃 Zarine said。 〃I do not frighten easily。〃 But she sounded frightened。 And smelled it； too。
〃I have a question；〃 Perrin said； 〃and I want an answer。 You didn't sense this Darkhound； Lan； and neither did Moiraine。 Why not？〃
The Warder was silent for a time。 〃The answer to that； blacksmith；〃 he said grimly at last； 〃may be more than you or I； either one； want to know。 I hope the answer does not kill us all。 You three get what sleep you can。 I doubt we will stay the night in Illian； and I fear we have hard riding ahead。〃
〃What are you going to do？〃 Perrin asked。
〃I am going after Moiraine。 To tell her about the Darkhound。 She can't be angry with me for following for that； not when she would not know it was there until it took her throat。〃
The first big drops of rain splatted on the paving stones as they went back inside。 Bili had removed the last of the dead Gray Men and was sweeping up the sawdust where they had bled。 The dark…eyed girl was singing a sad song about a boy leaving his love。 Mistress Luhhan would have enjoyed it greatly。
Lan ran ahead of them； across the mon room and up the stairs； and by the time Perrin reached the second floor； the Warder was already starting back down； buckling his sword belt on； color…shifting cloak hanging over his arm as if he hardly cared who saw it。
〃If he is wearing that in a city。。。〃 Loial's shaggy hair almost brushed the ceiling as he shook his head。 〃I do not know if I can sleep； but I will try。 Dreams will be more pleasant than staying awake。〃
Not always； Loial； Perrin thought as the Ogier went on down the hall。
Zarine seemed to want to stay with him； but he told her to go to sleep and firmly shut the slatted door in her face。 He stared at his own bed reluctantly as he stripped down to his underbreeches。
〃I have to find out；〃 he sighed； and crawled onto the bed。 Rain drummed down outside； and thunder boomed。 The breeze across his bed carried some of the rain's coolness； but he did not think he would need any of the blankets at the foot of the mattress。 His last thought before sleep claimed him was that he had forgotten to light a candle again； though the room was dark。 Careless。 Mustn't be careless。 Carelessness ruins the work。
Dreams tumbled through his head。 Darkhounds chasing him； he never saw them； but he could hear their howling。 Fades； and Gray Men。 A tall； slender man flashed into them again and again； in richly embroidered coat and boots with gold fringe； most of the time he held what seemed to be a sword； shining like the sun； and laughed triumphantly。 Sometimes the man sat on a throne； and kings and queens groveled before him。 These felt strange； as if they were not really his dreams at all。
Then the dreams changed； and he knew he was in the wolf dream he sought。 This time he had hoped for it。
He stood atop a high； flat…topped stone spire； the wind ruffling his hair； bringing a thousand dry scents and a faint hint of water hidden in the far distance。 For an instant he thought he had the form of a wolf； and fumbled at his own body to make sure what he saw was really him。 He wore his own coat and breeches and boots； he held his bow； and his quiver hung at his side。 The axe was not there。
〃Hopper！ Hopper； where are you？〃 The wolf did not e。
Rugged mountains surrounded him； and other tall spires separated by arid flats and jumbled ridges； and sometimes a large plateau rising with sheer sides。 Things grew； but nothing lush。 Tough； short grass。 Bushes wiry and covered with thorn； and other things that even seemed to have thorns on their fat leaves。 Scattered； stunted trees； twisted by the wind。 Yet wolves could find hunting even in this land。
As he peered at this rough land； a circle of darkness suddenly blanked out a part of the mountains； he could not have said whether the darkness was right in front of his face or halfway to the mountains； but he seemed to be seeing through it； and beyond。 Mat； rattling a dice cup。 His opponent stared at Mat with eyes of fire。 Mat did not seem to see the man； but Perrin knew him。
〃Mat！〃 he shouted。 〃It's Ba'alzamon！ Light； Mat； you're dicing with Ba'alzamon！〃
Mat made his toss； and as the dice spun； the vision faded； and the dark place was dry mountains again。
〃Hopper！〃 Perrin turned slowly； looking in every direction。 He even looked up in the sky … He can fly； now … where clouds