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veren in one place are enough to change the life around them as surely as a whirlpool changes the path of a straw。 When the place is the Eye of the World； the Pattern might weave even the Father of Lies into itself； and make him harmless again。〃
Agelmar stopped trying to find his sword； but he still looked at Rand and the others doubtfully。 〃Moiraine Sedai； if you say they are； then they are； but I cannot see it。 Farmboys。 Are you certain； Aes Sedai？〃
〃The old blood；〃 Moiraine said； 〃split out like a river breaking into a thousand times a thousand streams； but sometimes streams join together to make a river again。 The old blood of Manetheren is strong and pure in almost all these young men。 Can you doubt the strength of Manetheren's blood； Lord Agelmar？〃
Rand glanced sideways at the Aes Sedai。 Almost all。 He risked a look at Nynaeve； she had turned back to watch as well as listen； though she still avoided looking at Lan。 He caught the Wisdom's eye。 She shook her head； she had not told the Aes Sedai that he was not Two Rivers born。 What does Moiraine know？
〃Manetheren；〃 Agelmar said slowly； nodding。 〃I would not doubt that blood。〃 Then； more quickly； 〃The Wheel brings strange times。 Farmboys carry the honor of Manetheren into the Blight； yet if any blood can strike a fell blow at the Dark One； it would be the blood of Manetheren。 It shall be done as you wish； Aes Sedai。〃
〃Then let us go to our rooms；〃 Moiraine said。 〃We must leave with the sun； for time grows short。 The young men must sleep close to me。 Time is too short before the battle to allow the Dark One another strike at them。 Too short。 〃
Rand felt her eyes on him； studying him and his friends； weighing their strength； and he shivered。 Too short。
Chapter 48
The Blight
The wind whipped Lan's cloak； sometimes making him hard to see even in the sunlight； and Ingtar and the hundred lances Lord Agelmar had sent to escort them to the Border； in case they met a Trolloc raid； made a brave display in double column with their armor and their red pennants and their steel…clad horses led by Ingtar's Gray Owl banner。 They were easily as grand as a hundred of the Queen's Guards； but it was the towers just in sight ahead of them that Rand studied。 He had had all morning to watch the Shienaran lances。
Each tower stood tall and solid atop a hill； half a mile from its neighbor。 East and west others rose； and more beyond those。 A broad； walled ramp spiralled around each stone shaft； winding all the way around by the time it reached the heavy gates halfway to the crenellated top。 A sortie from the garrison would be protected by the wall until it reached the ground； but enemies striving to reach the gate would climb under a hail of arrows and stones and hot oil from the big kettles poised on the outward flaring ramparts above。 A large steel mirror； carefully turned down； away from the sun； now； glittered atop each tower below the high iron cup where signal fires could be lit when the sun did not shine。 The signal would be flashed； to towers further from the Border； and by those to still others； and so relayed to the heartland fortresses； from where the lances would ride to turn back the raid。 Were times normal； they would。
From the two nearest tower tops men watched them approach。 Just a few men on each； peering curiously through the crenels。 In the best of times the towers were only manned enough for self…defense； depending more on stone walls than strong arms to survive； but every man who could be spared； and more； was riding to Tarwin's Gap。 The fall of the towers would not matter if the lances failed to hold the Gap。
Rand shivered as they rode between the towers。 It was almost as if he had ridden through a wall of colder air。 This was the Border。 The land beyond looked no different from Shienar； but out there； somewhere beyond the leafless trees； was the Blight。
Ingtar lifted a steel fist to halt the lances short of a plain stone post in sight of the towers。 A borderpost； marking the boundary between Shienar and what once was Malkier。 〃Your pardon； Moiraine Aes Sedai。 Pardon； Dai Shan。 Pardon； Builder。 Lord Agelmar manded me to go no further。〃 He sounded unhappy about it； disgruntled at life in general。
〃That is as we planned； Lord Agelmar and I；〃 Moiraine said。
Ingtar grunted sourly。 〃Pardon； Aes Sedai；〃 he apologized； not sounding as if he meant it。 〃To escort you here means we may not reach the Gap before the fighting is done。 I am robbed of the chance to stand with the rest； and at the same time I am manded not to ride one step beyond the borderpost； as if I had never before been in the Blight。 And My Lord Agelmar will not tell me why。〃 Behind the bars of his face…guard； his eyes turned the last word into a question to the Aes Sedai。 He scorned to look at Rand and the others； he had learned they would acpany Lan into the Blight。
〃He can have my place；〃 Mat muttered to Rand。 Lan gave them both a sharp look。 Mat dropped his eyes； his face turning red。
〃Each of us has his part in the Pattern； Ingtar；〃 Moiraine said firmly。 〃From here we must thread ours alone。 〃
Ingtar's bow was stiffer than his armor made it。 〃As you wish it； Aes Sedai。 I must leave you； now； and ride hard in order to reach Tarwin's Gap。 At least I will be 。。。 allowed 。。。 to face Trollocs there。〃
〃Are you truly that eager？〃 Nynaeve asked。 〃To fight Trollocs？〃
Ingtar gave her a puzzled look； then glanced at Lan as if the Warder might explain。 〃That is what I do； Lady；〃 he said slowly。 〃That is why I am。〃 He raised a gauntleted hand to Lan； open palm toward the warder。 〃Suravye ninto manshima taishite； Dai Shan。 Peace favor your sword。〃 Pulling his horse around； Ingtar rode east with his bannerman and his hundred lances。 They went at a walk； but a steady pace； as fast as armored horses could manage with a far distance yet to go。
〃What a strange thing to say；〃 Egwene said。 〃Why do they use it like that？ Peace。〃
〃When you have never known a thing except to dream；〃 Lan replied； heeling Mandarb forward； 〃it bees more than a talisman。〃
As Rand followed the Warder past the stone borderpost； he turned in his saddle to look back； watching Ingtar and the lances disappear behind barren trees； and the borderpost vanish； and last of all the towers on their hilltops； looking over the trees。 All too soon they were alone； riding north under the leafless canopy of the forest。 Rand sank into watchful silence； and for once even Mat had nothing to say。
That morning the gates of Fal Dara had opened with the dawn。 Lord Agelmar； armored and helmeted now like his soldiers； rode with the Black Hawk banner and the Three Foxes from the East Gate toward the sun； still only a red sliver above the trees。 Like a steel snake undulating to mounted kettle…drums； the column wound its way out of the town four abreast； Agelmar at its head hidden in the forest before its tail left Fal Dara keep。 There were no cheers in the streets to speed them on their way； only their own drums and their pennants' cracking in the wind； but their eyes looked toward the rising sun with purpose。 Eas