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uld channel。
Rand。 Burn me； how could I forget that？ Where is he？ Is he all right？ He sighed regretfully； and spread butter on a piece of still…warm bread。 I wonder if he's gone mad yet。
Even if he knew the answers； he could do nothing to help Rand。 He was not sure he would if he could。 Rand could channel； and Mat had grown up with stories of men channeling； stories to frighten children。 Stories that frightened adults； too； because some of them were all too true。 Discovering what Rand could do had been like finding out his best friend tortured small animals and killed babies。 Once you finally made yourself believe it； it was hard to call him a friend any longer。
〃I have to look out for myself；〃 he said angrily。 He upended the wine pitcher over his silver cup and was surprised to find it empty。 He filled the cup with milk； instead。 〃Egwene and Nynaeve want to be Aes Sedai。〃 He had not really remembered that until he said it aloud。 〃Rand is following Moiraine around and calling himself the Dragon Reborn。 The Light knows what Perrin is up to。 He's been acting crazy ever since his eyes turned funny。 I have to look out for myself。〃 Burn me； I have to！ I'm the last one of us who's still sane。 There's only me。
Tar Valon。 Well it was supposed to be the wealthiest city in the world； and it was the center of trade between the Borderlands and the south； the center of Aes Sedai power。 He did not think he could get an Aes Sedai to gamble with him。 Or trust the fall of the dice or the turn of the cards if he did。 But there had to be merchants； and others with silver and gold。 The city itself would be worth a few days。 He knew he had traveled far since leaving the Two Rivers； but aside from a few vague memories of Caemlyn and Cairhien； he could remember nothing of any great cities。 He had always wanted to see a great city。
〃But not one full of Aes Sedai；〃 he muttered sourly； scraping up the last of the butterpeas。 He gulped them down and went back for another helping of beef。
Idly； he wondered if the Aes Sedai might let him have the ruby from the Shadar Logoth dagger。 He remembered the dagger in only the fuzziest way； but even that was like remembering a terrible injury。 His insides knotted tip； and sharp pain dug at his temples。 Yet the ruby was clear in his mind； as big as his thumbnail； dark as a drop of blood； glittering like some crimson eye。 Surely he had more claim to it than they did； and it had to be worth as much as a dozen farms back home。
They'll probably say it is tainted； too。 And likely it was。 Still he spun a little fancy of trading the ruby to some of the Coplins for their best land。 Most of that family…troublemakers from the cradle； where they were not thieves and liars as well…deserved whatever happened to them and more。 But he really did not believe the Aes Sedai would give it back to him； did not relish the notion of carrying it as far as Emond's Field if they did。 And the thought of owning the largest farm in the Two Rivers was no longer as exciting as it once had been。 Once that had been his biggest ambition； that； and to be known as his father's equal as a horse trader。 Now it seemed such a small thing to want。 A cramped thing； with the whole wide world just waiting out there。
First off； he decided； he would find Egwene and Nynaeve。 Maybe they've e to their senses。 Maybe they've given up this foolishness about being Aes Sedai。 He did not think they would have； but he could not go without seeing them。 He would go； that was sure。 A visit with them； a day to see the city； perhaps a game with the dice to pad out his purse； and then he would be off for somewhere where there were no Aes Sedai。 Before he returned home … I will go home one day。 One day； I will … he meant to see something of the world； and without any Aes Sedai making him dance to her tune。
Rummaging around the tray for something more to eat； he was shocked to realize nothing was left but smears and a few crumbs of bread and cheese。 The pitchers were both empty。 He squinted down at his stomach in wonder。 He should have been stuffed to the ears with all that in him； but he felt as if he had hardly eaten at all。 He scraped the last bits of cheese together between thumb and forefinger。 Halfway to his mouth； his hand froze。
I blew the Horn of Valere。 Softly he whistled a bit of tune； then cut it short when the words came to him：
I'm down at the bottom of the well。
It's night； and the rain is ing down。
The sides are falling in；
and there's no rope to climb。
I'm down at the bottom of the well。
〃There had better be a bloody rope to climb；〃 he whispered。 He let the cheese and crumbs fall on the tray。 For the moment he felt sick again。 Determinedly he tried to think； tried to penetrate the fog that shrouded everything in his head。
Verin had been bringing the Horn to Tar Valon； but he could not remember if she knew he was the one who had blown it。 She had never said anything to make him think so。 He was sure of that。 He thought he was。 So what if she does know？ What if they all do？ Unless Verin did something with it I don't know about； they have the Horn。 They don't need me。 But who could say what Aes Sedai thought they needed？
〃If they ask；〃 he said grimly； 〃I never even touched it。 If they know。。。 If they know； I'll。。。 I'll handle that when it es。 Burn me； they can't want anything from me。 They can't！〃
A soft knock on the door brought him swaying to his feet； ready to run。 If there had been any place to run to； and if he could have managed more than three steps。 But there was not； and he could not。
The door opened。
Chapter 20
（Crescent Moon and Stars）
Visitations
The woman who came in； dressed all in white silk and silver； shut the door behind her and leaned back against it to study him with the darkest eyes Mat had ever seen。 She was so beautiful he almost forgot to breathe； with hair as black as night held by a finely woven silver band； and as graceful in repose as another woman would be dancing。 He halfway thought that he knew her； but he rejected the idea out of hand。 No man could ever forget a woman like her。
〃You may be passable； I suppose； once you fill out again；〃 she said； 〃but for now； perhaps you could put on something。〃
For an instant Mat continued to stare at her； then suddenly he realized he was standing there naked。 Face scarlet； he shambled to the bed； pulled the blanket around himself like a cloak； and more fell than sat down on the edge of the mattress。 〃I'm sorry for。。。 I mean； I。。。 that is； I didn't expect。。。 I 。。。 I。。。〃 He drew a deep breath。 〃I apologize for your finding me this way。〃
He could still feel the heat in his cheeks。 For a moment he wished that Rand； whatever he had bee； or even Perrin were there to advise him。 They always seemed to get on well with women。 Even girls who knew that Rand was all but promised to Egwene used to stare at him； and they seemed to think Perrin's slow ways were gentle and attractive。
However hard he tried； he always managed to make a fool of himself in front of girls。 As he had just done。
〃I would not