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〃Let's wash up； lad； and see about some supper。 I've already carried in water for hot baths before sleep。〃
〃Anything hot sounds good to me；〃 Rand said； snatching up his cloak and tossing it round his shoulders。 Sweat soaked his shirt； and the wind； forgotten in the heat of swinging the axe； seemed to be trying to freeze it now that he had stopped work。 He stifled a yawn； shivering as he gathered the rest of his things。 〃And sleep； too； for that。 I might just sleep right through Festival。〃
〃Would you care to make a small wager about that？〃 Tam smiled； and Rand had to grin back。 He would not miss Bel Tine if he had had no sleep in a week。 No one would。
Tam had been extravagant with the candles； and a fire crackled in the big stone fireplace； so that the main room had a warm； cheerful feel to it。 A broad oaken table was the main feature of the room other than the fireplace； a table long enough to seat a dozen or more； though there had seldom been so many around it since Rand's mother died。 A few cabinets and chests； most of them skillfully made by Tam himself； lined the walls； and high…backed chairs stood around the table。 The cushioned chair that Tam called his reading chair sat angled before the flames。 Rand preferred to do his reading stretched out on the rug in front of the fire。 The shelf of books by the door was not nearly as long as the one at the Winespring Inn； but books were hard to e by。 Few peddlers carried more than a handful； and those had to be stretched out among everyone who wanted them。
If the room did not look quite so freshly scrubbed as most farm wives kept their homes…Tam's pipe…rack and The Travels of Jain Farstrider sat on the table； while another wood…bound book rested on the cushion of his reading chair； a bit of harness to be mended lay on the bench by the fireplace； and some shirts to be darned made a heap on a chair … if not quite so spotless； it was still clean and neat enough； with a lived…in look that was almost as warming and forting as the fire。 Here； it was possible to forget the chill beyond the walls。 There was no false Dragon here。 No wars or Aes Sedai。 No men in black cloaks。 The aroma from the stewpot hanging over the fire permeated the room； and filled Rand with ravenous hunger。
His father stirred the stewpot with a long…handled wooden spoon； then took a taste。 〃A little while longer。〃
Rand hurried to wash his face and hands； there was a pitcher and basin on the washstand by the door。 A hot bath was what he wanted； to take away the sweat and soak the chill out； but that would e when there had been time to heat the big kettle in the back room。
Tam rooted around in a cabinet and came up with a key as long as his hand。 He twisted it in the big iron lock on the door。 At Rand's questioning look he said； 〃Best to be safe。 Maybe I'm taking a fancy； or maybe the weather is blacking my mood； but 。。。〃 He sighed and bounced the key on his palm。 〃I'll see to the back door；〃 he said； and disappeared toward the back of the house。
Rand could not remember either door ever being locked。 No one in the Two Rivers locked doors。 There was no need。 Until now； at least。
From overhead； from Tam's bedroom； came a scraping； as of something being dragged across the floor。 Rand frowned。 Unless Tam had suddenly decided to move the furniture around； he could only be pulling out the old chest he kept under his bed。 Another thing that had never been done in Rand's memory。
He filled a small kettle with water for tea and hung it from a hook over the fire； then set the table。 He had carved the bowls and spoons himself。 The front shutters had not yet been closed； and from time to time he peered out； but full night had e and all he could see were moon shadows。 The dark rider could be out there easily enough； but he tried not to think about that。
When Tam came back； Rand stared in surprise。 A thick belt slanted around Tam's waist； and from the belt hung a sword； with a bronze heron on the black scabbard and another on the long hilt。 The only men Rand had ever seen wearing swords were the merchants' guards。 And Lan； of course。 That his father might own one had never even occurred to him。 Except for the herons； the sword looked a good deal like Lan's sword。
〃Where did that e from？〃 he asked。 〃Did you get it from a peddler？ How much did it cost？〃
Slowly Tam drew the weapon； firelight played along the gleaming length。 It was nothing at all like the plain； rough blades Rand had seen in the hands of merchants' guards。 No gems or gold adorned it； but it seemed grand to him； nonetheless。 The blade； very slightly curved and sharp on only one edge； bore another heron etched into the steel。 Short quillons； worked to look like braid； flanked the hilt。 It seemed almost fragile pared with the swords of the merchants' guards； most of those were double…edged； and thick enough to chop down a tree。
〃I got it a long time ago；〃 Tam said； 〃a long way from here。 And I paid entirely too much； two coppers is too much for one of these。 Your mother didn't approve； but she was always wiser than I。 I was young then； and it seemed worth the price at the time。 She always wanted me to get rid of it； and more than once I've thought she was right； that I should just give it away。〃
Reflected fire made the blade seem aflame。 Rand started。 He had often daydreamed about owning a sword。 〃Give it away？ How could you give a sword like that away？〃
Tam snorted。 〃Not much use in herding sheep； now is it？ Can't plow a field or harvest a crop with it。〃 For a long minute he stared at the sword as if wondering what he was doing with such a thing。 At last he let out a heavy sigh。 〃But if I am not just taken by a black fancy； if our luck runs sour； maybe in the next few days we'll be glad I tucked it in that old chest； instead。〃 He slid the sword smoothly back into its sheath and wiped his hand on his shirt with a grimace。 〃The stew should be ready。 I'll dish it out while you fix the tea。〃
Rand nodded and got the tea canister； but he wanted to know everything。 Why would Tam have bought a sword？ He could not imagine。 And where had Tam e by it？ How far away？ No one ever left the Two Rivers； or very few； at least。 He had always vaguely supposed his father must have gone outside … his mother had been an outlander … but a sword 。。。 ？ He had a lot of questions to ask once they had settled at the table。
The tea water was boiling fiercely； and he had to wrap a cloth around the kettle's handle to lift it off the hook。 Heat soaked through immediately。 As he straightened from the fire； a heavy thump at the door rattled the lock。 All thoughts of the sword； or the hot kettle in his hand； flew away。
〃One of the neighbors；〃 he said uncertainly。 〃Master Dautry wanting to borrow。。。〃 But the Dautry farm； their nearest neighbor； was an hour away even in the daylight； and Oren Dautry； shameless borrower that he was； was still not likely to leave his house by dark。
Tam softly placed the stew…filled bowls on the table。 Slowly he moved away from the table。 Both of his hands rested on his sword hilt。 〃I don't think … 〃 he began； and the d