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door。 The opening would be big enough for everyone to ride through； though Loial might have to lie flat on his horse's back。 Once the two wedges of stone were gone； it would be big enough。 He wondered how much each weighed。 A thousand pounds？ More？ Maybe if we all get down and push。 Maybe we can push one of them over before the wind gets here。 A gust tugged at his cloak。 He tried not to listen to what the voices cried。
As Moiraine stepped back； Mandarb leaped forward； straight toward the gates； Lan crouched in the saddle。 At the last instant the warhorse twisted to catch the stone with his shoulder； just as he had been taught to catch other horses in battle。 With a crash the stone toppled outward； and the Warder and his horse were carried by their momentum through the smoky shimmer of a Waygate。 The light that came through was midmorning light； pale and thin； but it seemed to Rand as if the noonday summer sun blazed in his face。
On the far side of the gate Lan and Mandarb slowed to a crawl； stumbling in slow motion as the Warder reined back around toward the gate。 Rand did not wait。 Pushing Bela's head toward the opening； he slapped the shaggy mare hard on the croup。 Egwene had just enough time to throw a startled look over her shoulder at him before Bela carried her out of the Ways。
〃All of you； out！〃 Moiraine directed。 〃Quickly！ Go！〃
As she spoke； the Aes Sedai thrust her staff out at arm's length； pointed back toward the Guiding。 Something leaped from the end of the staff； like liquid light rendered to a syrup of fire； a blazing spear of white and red and yellow； streaking into the black； exploding； coruscating like shattered diamonds。 The wind shrieked in agony； it screamed in rage。 The thousand murmurs that hid in the wind roared like thunder； roars of madness； half…heard voices cackling and howling promises that twisted Rand's stomach as much by the pleasure in them as by what he almost understood them to say。
He booted Red forward； crowding into the opening； squeezing after the others； all forcing through the smoky glistening at once。 The icy chill ran through him again； the peculiar sensation of being slowly lowered facedown into a winter pond； the cold water crawling across his skin by infinitesimal increments。 Just as before it seemed to go on forever； while his mind raced； wondering if the wind could catch them while they were held like that。
As suddenly as a pricked bubble the chill vanished； and he was outside。 His horse； for one abrupt instant moving twice as fast as he had been； stumbled and almost pitched him over his head。 He threw both arms around the bay's neck and hung on for dear life。 While he got back into the saddle； Red shook himself； then trotted over to join the others as calmly as if nothing at all odd had happened。 It was cold； not the chill of the Waygate； but wele； natural winter…cold that slowly； steadily burrowed into flesh。
He pulled his cloak around him； his eyes on the dull glimmer of the Waygate。 Beside him Lan leaned forward in his saddle； one hand on his sword； man and horse were tensed； as if on the point of charging back through if Moiraine did not appear。
The Waygate stood in a jumble of stones at the base of a hill； hidden by bushes except where the falling pieces had broken down the bare； brown branches。 Alongside the carvings on the remains of the gates； the brush looked more lifeless than the stone。
Slowly the murky surface bulged like some strange； long bubble rising to the surface of a pond。 Moiraine's back broke through the bubble。 Inchmeal； the Aes Sedai and her dim reflection backed out of each other。 She still held her staff out in front of her； and she kept it there as she drew Aldieb out of the Waygate after her； the white mare dancing with fear； eyes rolling。 Still watching the Waygate； Moiraine backed away。
The Waygate darkened。 The hazy shimmer became murkier； sinking through gray to charcoal； then to black as deep as the heart of the Ways。 As if from a great distance the wind howled at them； hidden voices filled with an unquenchable thirst for living things； filled with a hunger for pain； filled with frustration。
The voices seemed to whisper in Rand's ears； right at the brink of understanding； and within it。 Flesh so fine； so fine to tear； to gash the skin； skin to strip； to plait； so nice to plait the strips； so nice； so red the drops that fall； blood so red； so red； so sweet； sweet screams； pretty screams； singing screams； scream your song； sing your screams 。。。
The whispers drifted； the blackness lessened； faded； and the Waygate was again a murky shimmer seen through an arch of carved stone。
Rand let out a long； shuddering breath。 He was not the only one； he heard other relieved exhalations。 Egwene had Bela alongside Nynaeve's horse； and the two women had their arms around each other； their heads on each other's shoulders。 Even Lan seemed relieved； though the hard planes of his face showed nothing； it was more in the way he sat Mandarb； a loosening of the shoulders as he looked at Moiraine； a tilt of the head。
〃It could not pass；〃 Moiraine said。 〃I thought it could not； I hoped it could not。 Faugh！〃 She tossed her staff on the ground and scrubbed her hand on her cloak。 Char； thick and black； marked the staff for over half its length。 〃The taint corrupts everything in that place。〃
〃What was that？〃 Nynaeve demanded。 〃What was it？〃
Loial appeared confused。 〃Why； Machin Shin； of course。 The Black Wind that steals souls。〃
〃But what is it？〃 Nynaeve persisted。 〃Even with a Trolloc； you can look at it； touch it if you have a strong stomach。 But that 。。。〃 She gave a convulsive shiver。
〃Something left from the Time of Madness； perhaps；〃 Moiraine replied。 〃Or even from the War of the Shadow； the War of Power。 Something hiding in the Ways so long it can no longer get out。 No one； not even among the Ogier； knows how far the Ways run； or how deep。 It could even be something of the Ways themselves。 As Loial said； the Ways are living things； and all living things have parasites。 Perhaps even a creature of the corruption itself； something born of the decay。 Something that hates life and light。〃
〃Stop！〃 Egwene cried。 〃I don't want to hear any more。 I could hear it； saying。。。 〃 She cut off； shivering。
〃There is worse to be faced yet；〃 Moiraine said softly。 Rand did not think she meant it to be heard。
The Aes Sedai climbed into her saddle wearily and settled there with a grateful sigh。 〃This is dangerous；〃 she said； looking at the broken gates。 Her charred staff received only a glance。 〃The thing cannot get out； but anyone could wander in。 Agelmar must send men to wall it up； once we reach Fal Dara。〃 She pointed to the north； to towers in the misty distance above the barren treetops。
Chapter 46
Fal Dara
The country around the Waygate was rolling； forested hills； but aside from the gates themselves there was no sign of any Ogier grove。 Most of the trees were gray skeletons clawing at the sky。 Fewer evergreens than Rand was used to dotted the forest； and of them； dead； brown needles and leaves covered many。 Loial