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gers had broken and fled。 Lord Captain Bornhald did that。〃
Niall sighed softly。 They were almost the same words Byar had used the first two times about the army that had seemingly e out of nowhere to take Falme。 A good soldier； Niall thought； so Geofram Bornhald always said； but not a man to think for himself。
〃My Lord Captain mander；〃 Byar said suddenly； 〃Lord Captain Bornhald did mand me to stand aside from the battle。 I was to watch； and report to you。 And tell his son； Lord Dain； how he died。〃
〃Yes； yes；〃 Niall said impatiently。 For a moment he studied Byar's
hollow…cheeked face； then added； 〃No one doubts your honesty or courage。 It is exactly the sort of thing Geofram Bornhald would do； facing a battle in which he feared his entire mand might die。〃 And not the sort of thing you have imagination enough to think up。
There was nothing more to learn from the man。 〃You have done well； Child Byar。 You have my leave to carry word of Geofram Bornhald's death to his son。 Dain Bornhald is with Eamon Valda … near Tar Valon at last report。 You may join them。〃
〃Thank you； my Lord Captain mander。 Thank you。〃 Byar rose to his feet and bowed deeply。 Yet as he straightened； he hesitated。 〃My Lord Captain mander； we were betrayed。〃 Hatred gave his voice a saw…toothed edge。
〃By this one Darkfriend you spoke of； Child Byar？〃 He could not keep an edge out of his own voice。 A year's planning lay in ruins amid the corpses of a thousand of the Children； and Byar wanted to talk only of this one man。 〃This young blacksmith you've only seen twice； this Perrin from the Two Rivers？〃
〃Yes； my Lord Captain mander。 I do not know how； but I know he is to blame。 I know it。〃
〃I will see what can be done about him； Child Byar。〃 Byar opened his mouth again； but Niall raised a thin hand to forestall him。 〃You may leave me now。〃 The gaunt…faced man had no choice but to bow again and leave。
As the door closed behind him； Niall lowered himself into his high…backed chair。 What had brought on Byar's hatred of this Perrin？ There were far too many Darkfriends to waste energy on hating any particular one。 Too many Darkfriends； high and low； hiding behind glib tongues and open smiles； serving the Dark One。 Still； one more name added to the lists would do no harm。
He shifted on the hard chair； trying to find fort for his old bones。 Not for the first time he thought vaguely that perhaps a cushion would not be too much luxury。 And not for the first time； he pushed the thought away。 The world tumbled toward chaos； and he had no time to give in to age。
He let all the signs that foretold disaster swirl through his mind。 War gripped Tarabon and Arad Doman； civil war ripped at Cairhien； and war fever was rising in Tear and Illian； old enemies as they were。 Perhaps these wars meant nothing in themselves … men fought wars … but they usually came one at a time。 And aside from the false Dragon somewhere on Almoth Plain； another tore at Saldaea； and a third plagued Tear。 Three at once。 They must all be false Dragons。 They must be！
A dozen small things besides； some perhaps only baseless rumors； but taken together with the rest。。。 Sightings of Aiel reported as far west as Murandy； and Kandor。 Only two or three in one place； but one or a thousand； Aiel had e out of the Waste just once in all the years since the Breaking。 Only in the Aiel War had they ever left that desolate wilderness。 The Atha'an Miere； the Sea Folk； were said to be ignoring trade to seek signs and portents … of what； exactly； they did not say … sailing with ships half full or even empty。 Illian had called the Great Hunt of the Horn for the first time in almost four hundred years； had sent out the Hunters to seek the fabled Horn of Valere； which prophecy said would summon dead heroes from the grave to fight in Tarmon Gai'don； the Last Battle against the Shadow。 Rumor said the Ogier； always so reclusive that most mon people thought them only legend； had called meetings between their far…flung stedding。
Most telling of all； to Niall； the Aes Sedai had apparently e into the open。 It was said they had sent some of their sisters to Saldaea to confront the false Dragon Mazrim Taim。 Rare as it was in men； Taim could channel the One Power。 That was a thing to fear and despise in itself； and few thought a man like that could be defeated except with the aid of Aes Sedai。 Better to allow Aes Sedai help than to face the inevitable horrors when he went mad； as such men inevitably did。 But Tar Valon had apparently sent other Aes Sedai to support the other false Dragon at Falme。 Nothing else fit the facts。
The pattern chilled the marrow in his bones。 Chaos multiplied； what was unheard of； happening again and again。 The whole world seemed to be milling； stirring near the boil。 It was clear to him。 The Last Battle really was ing。
All his plans were destroyed； the plans that would have secured his name among the Children of the Light for a hundred generations。 But turmoil meant opportunity； and he had new plans； with new objectives。 If he could keep the strength and will to carry them out。 Light； let me hold on to life long enough。
A deferential tap on the door brought him out of his dark thoughts。 〃e！〃 he snapped。
A servant in coat and breeches of white…and…gold bowed his way in。 Eyes to the floor； he announced that Jaichim Carridin； Anointed of the Light； Inquisitor of the Hand of the Light； came at the mand of the Lord Captain mander。 Carridin appeared on the man's heels； not waiting for Niall to speak。 Niall gestured the servant to leave。
Before the door was fully closed again； Carridin dropped to one knee with a flourish of his snowy cloak。 Behind the sunburst on the cloak's breast lay the scarlet shepherd's crook of the Hand of the Light； called the Questioners by many； though seldom to their faces。 〃As you have manded my presence； my Lord Captain mander；〃 he said in a strong voice； 〃so have I returned from Tarabon。〃
Niall examined him for a moment。 Carridin was tall； well into his middle years； with a touch of gray in his hair； yet fit and hard。 His dark； deep…set eyes had a knowing look about them； as always。 And he did not blink under the silent study of the Lord Captain mander。 Few men had consciences so clear or nerves so steady。 Carridin knelt there； waiting as calmly as if it were an everyday matter to be ordered curtly to leave his mand and return to Amador without delay； no reasons given。 But then； it was said Jaichim Carridin could outwait a stone。
〃Rise； Child Carridin。〃 As the other man straightened； Niall added； 〃I have had disturbing news from Falme。〃
Carridin straightened the folds of his cloak as he answered。 His voice rode the edge of suitable respect； almost as if he spoke to an equal rather than to the man he had sworn to obey to the death。 〃My Lord Captain mander refers to the news brought by Child Jaret Byar； late second to Lord Captain Bornhald。〃
The corner of Niall's left eye fluttered； an old presage of anger。 Supposedly only three men knew Byar was in Amador； and none besides Niall knew from where he came。 〃Do not be too clever； C