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Abruptly he straightened； clucking to his horse； and drove slowly on down the crowded street without another word or a backward glance。 A wagon loaded with barrels rumbled toward them。 Rand jumped out of the way； staggered； and when he looked again Bunt and his cart were lost to sight。
〃What do we do now？〃 Mat demanded。 He licked his lips； staring wide…eyed at all the people pushing by and the buildings towering as much as six stories above the street。 〃We're in Caemlyn； but what do we do？〃 He had uncovered his ears； but his hands twitched as if he wanted to put them back。 A hum lay on the city； the low； steady drone of hundreds of shops working； thousands of people talking。 To Rand it was like being inside a giant beehive； constantly buzzing。 〃Even if they are here； Rand； how could we find them in all of this？〃
〃Moiraine will find us；〃 Rand said slowly。 The immensity of the city was a weight on his shoulders； he wanted to get away； to hide from all the people and noise。 The void eluded him despite Tam's teachings； his eyes drew the city into it。 He concentrated instead on what was right around him； ignoring everything that lay beyond。 Just looking at that one street； it almost seemed like Baerlon。 Baerlon； the last place they had all thought they were safe。 Nobody's safe anymore。 Maybe they are all dead。 What do you do then？
〃They're alive！ Egwene's alive！〃 he said fiercely。 Several passersby looked at him oddly。
〃Maybe；〃 Mat said。 〃Maybe。 What if Moiraine doesn't find us？ What if nobody does but the 。。。 the 。。。〃 He shuddered； unable to say it。
〃We'll think about that when it happens；〃 he told Mat firmly。 〃If it happens。〃 The worst meant seeking out Elaida； the Aes Sedai in the Palace。 He would go on to Tar Valon； first。 He did not know if Mat remembered what Thom had said about the Red Ajah … and the Black … but he surely did。 His stomach twisted again。 〃Thom said to find an inn called The Queen's Blessing。 We'll go there first。〃
〃How？ We can't afford one meal between the two of us。〃
〃At least it's a place to start。 Thom thought we could find help there。〃
〃I can't 。。。 Rand； they're everywhere。〃 Mat dropped his eyes to the paving stones and seemed to shrink in on himself； trying to pull away from the people that were all around them。 〃Wherever we go； they're right behind us； or they're waiting for us。 They'll be at The Queen's Blessing； too。 I can't 。。。 I 。。。 Nothing's going to stop a Fade。〃
Rand grabbed Mat's collar in a fist that he was trying hard to keep from trembling。 He needed Mat。 Maybe the others were alive … Light； please！ … but right then and there； it was just Mat and him。 The thought of going on alone。。。 He swallowed hard； tasting bile。
He looked around quickly。 No one seemed to have heard Mat mention the Fade； the crowd pressed past lost in its own worries。 He put his face close to Mat's。 〃We've made it this far； haven't we？〃 he asked in a hoarse whisper。 〃They haven't caught us yet。 We can make it all the way； if we just don't quit。 I won't just quit and wait for them like a sheep for slaughter。 I won't！ Well？ Are you going to stand here till you starve to death？ Or until they e pick you up in a sack？〃
He let go of Mat and turned away。 His fingernails dug into his palms； but his hands still trembled。 Suddenly Mat was walking alongside him； his eyes still down； and Rand let out a long breath。
〃I'm sorry； Rand；〃 Mat mumbled。
〃Forget it；〃 Rand said。
Mat barely looked up enough to keep from walking into people while the words poured out in a lifeless voice。 〃I can't stop thinking I'll never see home again。 I want to go home。 Laugh if you want； I don't care。 What I wouldn't give to have my mother blessing me out for something right now。 It's like weights on my brain； hot weights。 Strangers all around； and no way to tell who to trust； if I can trust anybody。 Light； the Two Rivers is so far away it might as well be on the other side of the world。 We're alone； and we'll never get home。 We're going to die； Rand。〃
〃Not yet； we won't；〃 Rand retorted。 〃Everybody dies。 The Wheel turns。 I'm not going to curl up and wait for it to happen； though。〃
〃You sound like Master al'Vere；〃 Mat grumbled； but his voice had a little spirit in it。
〃Good；〃 Rand said。 〃Good。〃 Light； let the others be all right。 Please don't let us be alone。
He began asking directions to The Queen's Blessing。 The responses varied widely； a curse for all those who did not stay where they belonged or a shrug and a blank look being the most mon。 Some stalked on by with no more than a glance； if that。
A broad…faced man； nearly as big as Perrin； cocked his head and said； 〃The Queen's Blessing； eh？ You country boys Queen's men？〃 He wore a white cockade on his wide…brimmed hat； and a white armband on his long coat。 〃Well； you've e too late。〃
He went off roaring with laughter； leaving Rand and Mat to stare at one another in puzzlement。 Rand shrugged； there were plenty of odd folk in Caemlyn； people like he had never seen before。
Some of them stood out in the crowd； skins too dark or too pale； coats of strange cut or bright colors； hats with pointed peaks or long feathers。 There were women with veils across their faces； women in stiff dresses as wide as the wearer was tall； women in dresses that left more skin bare than any tavernmaid he had seen。 Occasionally a carriage； all vivid paint and gilt； squeezed through the thronged streets behind a four… or six…horse team with plumes on their harness。 Sedan chairs were everywhere； the polemen pushing along with never a care for who they shoved aside。
Rand saw one fight start that way； a brawling heap of men swinging their fists while a pale…skinned man in a red…striped coat climbed out of the sedan chair lying on its side。 Two roughly dressed men； who seemed to have been just passing by up till then； jumped on him before he was clear。 The crowd that had stopped to watch began to turn ugly； muttering and shaking fists。 Rand pulled at Mat's sleeve and hurried on。 Mat needed no second urging。 The roar of a small riot followed them down the street。
Several times men approached the two of them instead of the other way around。 Their dusty clothes marked them as newers； and seemed to act like a magnet on some types。 Furtive fellows who offered relics of Logain for sale with darting eyes and feet set to run。 Rand calculated he was offered enough scraps of the false Dragon's cloak and fragments of his sword to make two swords and half a dozen cloaks。 Mat's face brightened with interest； the first time at least； but Rand gave them all a curt no； and they took it with a bob of the head and a quick； 〃Light illumine the Queen； good master；〃 and vanished。 Most of the shops had plates and cups painted with fanciful scenes purporting to show the false Dragon being displayed before the Queen in chains。 And there were Whitecloaks in the streets。 Each walked in an open space that moved with him； just as in Baerlon。
Staying unnoticed was something Rand thought about a great deal。 He kept his cloak over his sword； but that would not be good enough for