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〃If I could make it so that only you and I knew；〃 she said coldly； 〃I would。 The more people know a thing； the more the knowledge spreads； even with the best will。 Most of the world believes the Horn of Valere is only legend； and those who know better believe one of the Hunters has yet to find it。 But Shayol Ghul knows it has been found； and that means at least some Darkfriends know。 But they do not know where it is； and； if the Light shines on us； they do not know you sounded it。 Do you really want Darkfriends ing after you？ Halfmen； or other Shadowspawn？ They want the Horn。 You must know that。 It will work as well for the Shadow as for the Light。 But if it is to work for them； they must take you； or kill you。 Do you want to risk that？〃
Mat wished he had another blanket； and maybe a goose…down forter。 The room suddenly felt very cold。 〃Are you telling me Darkfriends could e after me here？ I thought the White Tower could keep Darkfriends out。〃 He remembered what Selene had said about the Black Ajah； and wondered what the Amyrlin would say to that。
〃A good reason to stay； wouldn't you say？〃 She got to her feet； smoothing her skirts。 〃Rest； my son。 Soon you will feel much better。 Rest。〃 She closed the door softly behind her。
For a long time Mat lay staring up at the ceiling。 He barely noticed when a serving woman came with his piece of pie and another pitcher of milk； taking the tray of empty dishes when she went。 His stomach rumbled loudly at the warm smell of apples and spices； but he paid that no mind either。 The Amyrlin thought she held him like a sheep in a pen。 And Selene。。。 Who in the Light is she？ What does she want？ Selene had been right about some things； but the Amyrlin had told him she meant to use him； and how。 In a way。 There were too many holes in what she had said to suit him； too many holes she could slip something deadly through。 The Amyrlin wanted something； and Selene wanted something； and he was the rope they were tugging between them。 He thought he would rather face Trollocs than be caught between those two。
There had to be a way out of Tar Valon； a way out of both their grasps。 Once he was beyond the river； he could keep out of Aes Sedai hands； and Selene's； and Darkfriends'； too。 He was sure of it。 There had to be a way。 All he had to do was think about it from every angle。
The pie grew cold on the table。
Chapter 21
（Dream Ring）
A World of Dreams
Egwene scrubbed her hands with a hand towel as she hurried down the dimly lit corridor。 She had washed them twice； but they still felt greasy。 She had not thought there could be so many pots in the world。 And today had been bake day； so buckets of ashes had had to be hauled from the ovens。 And the hearths cleaned。 And the tables rubbed bone…white with fine sand； and the floors scrubbed on hands and knees。 Ash and grease stained her white dress。 Her back ached； and she wanted to be in her bed； but Verin had e to the kitchens； supposedly for a meal to eat in her rooms； and whispered a summons to her in passing。
Verin had her quarters above the library； in corridors used only by a few other Brown sisters。 There was a dusty air to the halls there； as if the women who lived along them were too busy with other things to bother having the servants clean very often； and the passages took odd turns and twists； sometimes dipping or rising unexpectedly。 The tapestries were few； their colorful weavings dulled； apparently cleaned as seldom as everything else here。 Many of the lamps were unlit； plunging much of the hall into gloom。 Egwene thought she had it to herself； except for a flash of white ahead； perhaps a novice or a servant scurrying about some task。 Her shoes； clicking on bare black and white floor tiles； made echoes。 It was not a forting place for one thinking of the Black Ajah。
She found what Verin had told her to look for。 A dark paneled door at the top of a rise； beside a dusty tapestry of a king on horseback receiving the surrender of another king。 Verin had named the pair of them … men dead hundreds of years before Artur Hawkwing was born； Verin always seemed to know such things … but Egwene could not remember their names； or the long…vanished countries they had ruled。 It was the only wall hanging she had seen that matched Verin's description； though。
Minus the sound of her own footsteps； the hallway seemed even emptier than before； and more threatening。 She rapped on the door； and entered hurriedly on the heels of an absentminded； 〃Who is it？ e in。〃
One step into the room； she stopped and stared。 Shelves lined the walls； except for one door that must lead to inner rooms and except for where maps hung； often in layers； and what seemed to be charts of the night sky。 She recognized the names of some constellations … the Plowman and the Haywain； the Archer and the Five Sisters … but others were unfamiliar。 Books and papers and scrolls covered nearly every flat surface； with all sorts of odd things interspersed among the piles； and sometimes on top of them。 Strange shapes of glass or metal； spheres and tubes interlinked； and circles held inside circles； stood among bones and skulls of every shape and description。 What appeared to be a stuffed brown owl； not much bigger than Egwene's hand； stood on what seemed to be a bleached white lizard's skull； but could not be； for the skull was longer than her arm and had crooked teeth as big as her fingers。 Candlesticks had been stuck about in a haphazard fashion； giving good light here and shadows there； although seeming in danger of setting fire to papers in some places。 The owl blinked at her； and she jumped。
〃Ah； yes；〃 Verin said。 She was seated behind a table as cluttered as everything else in the room； a torn page held carefully in her hands。 〃It is you。 Yes。〃 She noticed Egwene's sideways glance at the owl； and said absently； 〃He keeps down mice。 They chew paper。〃 Her gesture took in the entire room； and reminded her of the page she held。 〃Fascinating； this。 Rosel of Essam claimed more than a hundred pages survived the Breaking； and she should have known； since she wrote barely two hundred years afterwards； but only this one piece still exists； so far as I know。 Perhaps only this very copy。 Rosel wrote that it held secrets the world could not face； and she would not speak of them plainly。 I have read this page a thousand times； trying to decipher what she meant。〃
The tiny owl blinked at Egwene again。 She tried not to look at it。 〃What does it say； Verin Sedai？〃
Verin blinked； very much as the owl had。 〃What does it say？ It is a direct translation； mind； and reads almost like a bard reciting in High Chant。 Listen。 'Heart of the Dark。 Ba'alzamon。 Name hidden within name shrouded by name。 Secret buried within secret cloaked by secret。 Betrayer of Hope。 Ishamael betrays all hope。 Truth burns and sears。 Hope fails before truth。 A lie is our shield。 Who can stand against the Heart of the Dark？ Who can face the Betrayer of Hope？ Soul of shadow； Soul of the Shadow； he is …' 〃 She stopped with a sigh。 〃It ends there。 What do you make of it？〃
〃I don't know；〃 Egwene said。 〃I do not like it。〃
〃Well； w