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r heart was in it。 She moved Bela close to his bay； and lowered her voice so none of the others could hear although Mat； at least； tried。 〃I only danced with Aram； Rand；〃 she said softly； not looking at him。 〃You wouldn't hold it against me； dancing with somebody I will never see again； would you？〃
〃No；〃 he told her。 What had made her bring it up now？ 〃Of course not。〃 But suddenly he remembered something Min had said in Baerlon； what seemed a hundred years ago。 She's not for you； nor you for her； at least； not in the way you both want。
The town of Fal Dara was built on hills higher than the surrounding country。 It was nowhere near as big as Caemlyn； but the wall around it was as high as Caemlyn's。 For a full mile outside that wall in every direction the ground was clear of anything taller than grass； and that cut low。 Nothing could e close without being seen from one of the many tall towers topped by wooden hoardings。 Where the walls of Caemlyn had a beauty about them； the builders of Fal Dara seemed not to have cared if anyone found their wall beautiful。 The gray stone was grimly implacable； proclaiming that it existed for one purpose alone： to hold。 Pennants atop the hoardings whipped in the wind； making the stooping Black Hawk of Shienar seem to fly all along the walls。
Lan tossed back the hood of his cloak and； despite the cold； motioned for the others to do the same。 Moiraine had already lowered hers。 〃It's the law in Shienar；〃 the Warder said。 〃In all the Borderlands。 No one may hide his face inside a town's walls。〃
〃Are they all that good…looking？〃 Mat laughed。
〃A Halfman can't hide with his face exposed；〃 the Warder said in a flat voice。
Rand's grin slid off his face。 Hastily Mat pushed back his hood。
The gates stood open； tall and covered with dark iron； but a dozen armored men stood guard in golden yellow surcoats bearing the Black Hawk。 The hilts of long swords on their backs peeked over their shoulders； and broadsword or mace or axe hung at every waist。 Their horses were tethered nearby； made grotesque by the steel bardings covering chests and necks and heads； with lances to stirrup； all ready to ride at an instant。 The guards made no move to stop Lan and Moiraine and the others。 Indeed； they waved and called out happily。
〃Dai Shan！〃 one cried； shaking steel…gauntleted fists over his head as they rode past。 〃Dai Shan！〃
A number of others shouted； 〃Glory to the Builders！〃 and； 〃Kiserai ti Wansho！〃 Loial looked surprised； then a broad smile split his face and he waved to the guards。
One man ran alongside Lan's horse a little way； unhampered by the armor he wore。 〃Will the Golden Crane fly again； Dai Shan？〃
〃Peace； Ragan；〃 was all the Warder said； and the man fell away。 He returned the guards' waves； but his face was suddenly even more grim。
As they rode through stone…paved streets crowded with people and wagons； Rand frowned worriedly。 Fal Dara was bulging at the seams； but the people were neither the eager crowds of Caemlyn； enjoying the grandeur of the city even as they squabbled； nor the milling throngs of Baerlon。 Packed cheek by jowl； these folk watched their party ride by with leaden eyes and faces blanked of emotion。 Carts and wagons jammed every alleyway and half the streets； piled high with jumbled household furnishings； and carved chests packed so tight that clothes spilled。 On top sat the children。 Adults kept the younglings up where they could be seen and did not let them stray even to play。 The children were even more silent than their elders； their eyes bigger； more haunting in their stares。 The nooks and crannies between the wagons were filled with shaggy cattle and black…spotted pigs in makeshift pens。 Crates of chickens and ducks and geese fitfully made up for the silence of the people。 He knew now where all the farmers had gone。
Lan led the way to the fortress in the middle of the town； a massive stone pile atop the highest hill。 A dry moat； deep and wide； its bottom a forest of sharp steel spikes； razor…edged and as tall as a man； surrounded the towered walls of the keep。 A place for a last defense； if the rest of the town fell。 From one of the gate towers an armored man called down； 〃Wele； Dai Shan。〃 Another shouted to the inside of the fortress； 〃The Golden Crane！ The Golden Crane！〃
Their hooves drummed on the heavy timbers of the lowered drawbridge as they crossed the moat and rode under the sharp points of the stout portcullis。 Once through the gates； Lan swung down out of his saddle to lead Mandarb； signaling the others to dismount。
The first courtyard was a huge square paved with big stone blocks and surrounded by towers and battlements as fierce as those on the outside of the walls。 As big as it was； the courtyard appeared just as crowded as the streets； and as much in turmoil； though there was an order to the crowding here。 Everywhere were armored men and armored horses。 At half a dozen smithies around the court； hammers clanged； and big bellows； tugged by two leather…aproned men apiece； made the forge…fires roar。 A steady stream of boys ran with new…made horseshoes for the farriers。 Fletchers sat making arrows； and every time a basket was filled it was whisked away and replaced with an empty one。
Liveried grooms appeared on the run； eager and smiling in black…and…gold。 Rand hastily untied his belongings from behind the saddle and gave the bay up to one of the grooms as a man in plate…and…mail and leather bowed formally。 He wore a bright yellow cloak edged in red over his armor； with the Black Hawk on the breast； and a yellow surcoat bearing a gray owl。 He wore no helmet and was bareheaded； truly； for his hair had all been shaved except for a topknot tied with a leather cord。 〃It has been long； Moiraine Aes Sedai。 It is good to see you； Dai Shan。 Very good。〃 He bowed again； to Loial； and murmured； 〃Glory to the Builders。 Kiserai ti Wansho。〃
〃I am unworthy；〃 Loial replied formally； 〃and the work small。 Tsingu ma choba。〃
〃You honor us； Builder；〃 the man said。 〃Kiserai ti Wansho。〃 He turned back to Lan。 〃Word was sent to Lord Agelmar； Dai Shan； as soon as you were seen ing。 He is waiting for you。 This way； please。〃
As they followed him into the fortress； along drafty stone corridors hung with colorful tapestries and long silk screens of hunting scenes and battles； he continued。 〃I am glad the call reached you； Dai Shan。 Will you raise the Golden Crane banner once more？〃 The halls were stark except for the wall hangings； and even they used the fewest figures made with the fewest lines necessary to convey meaning； though in bright colors。
〃Are things really as bad as they appear； Ingtar？〃 Lan asked quietly。 Rand wondered if his own ears were twitching like Loial's。
The man's topknot swayed as he shook his head； but he hesitated before putting on a grin。 〃Things are never as bad as they appear； Dai Shan。 A little worse than usual this year； that is all。 The raids continued through the winter； even in the hardest of it。 But the raiding was no worse than anywhere else along the Border。 They still e in the night； but what else can be expe