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His hand slid into his pocket； feeling the coins there。 More than enough for a meal and a room for the two of them。 A room out of the cold night。 If they stayed in the open； in the wind and cold in damp clothes； anyone who found them would likely as not find only two corpses。 They just had to keep from attracting any more notice than they could help。 No playing the flute； and with his eyes； Mat certainly could not juggle。 He grasped Mat's hand again and set out toward the beckoning lights。
〃When are we going to stop？〃 Mat asked again。 The way he peered ahead； with his head stuck forward； Rand was not sure if Mat could see him； much less the village lights。
〃When we're somewhere warm；〃 he replied。
Pools of light from house windows lit the streets of the town； and people walked them unconcerned with what might be out in the dark。 The only inn was a sprawling building； all on one floor； with the look of having had rooms added in bunches over the years without any particular plan。 The front door opened to let someone out； and a wave of laughter rolled out after him。
Rand froze in the street； the drunken laughter at The Dancing Cartman echoing in his head。 He watched the man go down the street with a none…too…steady stride； then took a deep breath and pushed the door open。 He took care that his cloak covered his sword。 Laughter swept over him。
Lamps hanging from the high ceiling made the room bright； and right away he could see and feel the difference from Saml Hake's inn。 There was no drunkenness here； for one thing。 The room was filled with people who looked to be farmers and townsmen； if not entirely sober； not too far from it。 The laughter was real； if a bit forced around the edges。 People laughing to forget their troubles； but with true mirth in it； too。 The mon room itself was neat and clean； and warm from a fire roaring in a big fireplace at the far end。 The serving maids' smiles were as warm as the fire； and when they laughed Rand could tell it was because they wanted to。
The innkeeper was as clean as his inn； with a gleaming white apron around his bulk。 Rand was glad to see he was a stout man； he doubted if he would ever again trust a skinny innkeeper。 His name was Rulan Allwine … good omen； Rand thought； with so much of the sound of Emond's Field to it … and he eyed them up and down； then politely mentioned paying in advance。
〃Not suggesting you're the sort； understand； but there's some on the road these days aren't too particular about paying up e morning。 Seems to be a lot of young folks headed for Caemlyn。〃
Rand was not offended； not as damp and bedraggled as he was。 When Master Allwine mentioned the price； though； his eyes widened； and Mat made a sound as if he had choked on something。
The innkeeper's jowls swung as he shook his head regretfully； but he seemed to be used to it。 〃Times are hard；〃 he said in a resigned voice。 〃There isn't much； and what there is costs five times what it used to。 It'll be more next month； I'll lay oath on it。〃
Rand dug his money out and looked at Mat。 Mat's mouth tightened stubbornly。 〃You want to sleep under a hedge？〃 Rand asked。 Mat sighed and reluctantly emptied his pocket。 When the reckoning was paid； Rand grimaced at the little that remained to divide with Mat。
But ten minutes later they were eating stew at a table in a corner near the fireplace； pushing it onto their spoons with chunks of bread。 The portions were not as large as Rand could have wished； but they were hot； and filling。 Warmth from the hearth seeped into him slowly。 He pretended to keep his eyes on his plate； but he watched the door intently。 Those who came in or went out all looked like farmers； but it was not enough to quiet his fear。
Mat ate slowly； savoring each bite； though he muttered about the light from the lamps。 After a time he dug out the scarf Alpert Mull had given him and wound it around his forehead； pulling it down until his eyes were almost hidden。 That got them some looks Rand wished they could have avoided。 He cleaned his plate hurriedly； urging Mat to do the same； then asked Master Allwine for their room。
The innkeeper seemed surprised that they were retiring so early； but he made no ment。 He got a candle and showed them through a jumble of corridors to a small room； with two narrow beds； back in a far corner of the inn。 When he left； Rand dropped his bundles beside his bed； tossed his cloak over a chair； and fell on the coverlet fully dressed。 All of his clothes were still damp and unfortable； but if they had to run； he wanted to be ready。 He left the sword belt on； too； and slept with his hand on the hilt。
A rooster crowing jerked him awake in the morning。 He lay there； watching dawn lighten the window； and wondered if he dared sleep a little longer。 Sleep during daylight； when they could be moving。 A yawn made his jaws crack。
〃Hey；〃 Mat exclaimed； 〃I can see！〃 He sat up on his bed； squinting around the room。 〃Some； anyway。 Your face is still a little blurry； but I can tell who you are。 I knew I'd be all right。 By tonight I'll see better than you do。 Again。〃
Rand sprang out of bed； scratching as he scooped up his cloak。 His clothes were wrinkled from drying on him while he slept； and they itched。 〃We're wasting daylight；〃 he said。 Mat scrambled up as fast as he had； he was scratching； too。
Rand did feel good。 They were a day away from Four Kings； and none of Gode's men had showed up。 A day closer to Caemlyn； where Moiraine would be waiting for them。 She would。 No more worrying about Darkfriends once they were back with the Aes Sedai and the Warder。 It was strange to be looking forward so much to being with an Aes Sedai。 Light； when I see Moiraine again； I'll kiss her！ He laughed at the thought。 He felt good enough to invest some of their dwindling stock of coins in breakfast … a big loaf of bread and a pitcher of milk； cold from the springhouse。
They were eating in the back of the mon room when a young man came in； a village youth by the look of him； with a cocky spring to his walk and twirling a cloth cap； with a feather in it； on one finger。 The only other person in the room was an old man sweeping out； he never looked up from his broom。 The young man's eyes swept jauntily around the room； but when they lit on Rand and Mat； the cap fell off his finger。 He stared at them for a full minute before snatching the cap from the floor； then stared some more； running his fingers through his thick head of dark curls。 Finally he came over to their table； his feet dragging。
He was older than Rand； but he stood looking down at them diffidently。 〃Mind if I sit down？〃 he asked； and immediately swallowed hard as if he might have said the wrong thing。
Rand thought he might be hoping to share their breakfast； though he looked able to buy his own。 His blue…striped shirt was embroidered around the collar； and his dark blue cloak all around the hem。 His leather boots had never been near any work that scuffed them that Rand could see。 He nodded to a chair。
Mat stared at the fellow as he drew the chair to the table。 Rand could not tell if he was glar