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Thom stayed only long enough to uncase his flute and harp； then left already practicing grand poses。 Lan went with him。
It was strange； Rand thought as he shifted unfortably on the bed。 A week ago he would have been downstairs like a falling rock for just the chance he might see a gleeman perform； for just the rumor of it。 But he had heard Thom tell his stories every night for a week； and Thorn would be there tomorrow night； and the next； and the hot bath had loosened kinks in muscles that he had thought would be there forever； and his first hot meal in a week oozed lethargy into him。 Sleepily he wondered if Lan really did know the false Dragon； Logain。 A muffled shout came from belowstairs； the mon room greeting Thom's arrival； but Rand was already asleep。
The stone hallway was dim and shadowy； and empty except for Rand。 He could not tell where the light came from； what little there was of it； the gray walls were bare of candles or lamps； nothing at all to account for the faint glow that seemed to just be there。 The air was still and dank； and somewhere in the distance water dripped with a steady； hollow plonk。 Wherever this was； it was not the inn。 Frowning； he rubbed at his forehead。 Inn？ His head hurt； and thoughts were hard to hold on to。 There had been something about 。。。 an inn？ It was gone； whatever it was。
He licked his lips and wished he had something to drink。 He was awfully thirsty； dry…as…dust thirsty。 It was the dripping sound that decided him。 With nothing to choose by except his thirst； he started toward that steady plonk…plonk…plonk。
The hallway stretched on； without any crossing corridor and without the slightest change in appearance。 The only features at all were the rough doors set at regular intervals in pairs； one on either side of the hall； the wood splintered and dry despite the damp in the air。 The shadows receded ahead of him； staying the same； and the dripping never came any closer。 After a long time he decided to try one of those doors。 It opened easily； and he stepped through into a grim； stone…walled chamber。
One wall opened in a series of arches onto a gray stone balcony； and beyond that was a sky such as he had never seen。 Striated clouds in blacks and grays； reds and oranges； streamed by as if storm winds drove them； weaving and interweaving endlessly。 No one could ever have seen a sky like that； it could not exist。
He pulled his eyes away from the balcony； but the rest of the room was no better。 Odd curves and peculiar angles； as if the chamber had been melted almost haphazardly out of the stone； and columns that seemed to grow out of the gray floor。 Flames roared on the hearth like a forge…fire with the bellows pumping； but gave no heat。 Strange oval stones made the fireplace； they just looked like stones； wet…slick despite the fire； when he looked straight at them； but when he glimpsed them from the corner of his eye they seemed to be faces instead； the faces of men and women writhing in anguish； screaming silently。 The high…backed chairs and the polished table in the middle of the room were perfectly ordinary； but that in itself emphasized the rest。 A single mirror hung on the wall； but that was not ordinary at all。 When he looked at it he saw only a blur where his reflection should have been。 Everything else in the room was shown true； but not him。
A man stood in front of the fireplace。 He had not noticed the man when he first came in。 If he had not known it was impossible； he would have said no one had been there until he actually looked at the man。 Dressed in dark clothes of a fine cut； he seemed in the prime of his maturity； and Rand supposed women would have found him good…looking。
〃Once more we meet face…to…face；〃 the man said and； just for an instant； his mouth and eyes became openings into endless caverns of flame。
With a yell Rand hurled himself backwards out of the room； so hard that he stumbled across the hall and banged into the door there； knocking it open。 He twisted and grabbed at the doorhandle to keep from falling to the floor and found himself staring wide…eyed into a stone room with an impossible sky through the arches leading to a balcony； and a fireplace。。。
〃You cannot get away from me that easily；〃 the man said。
Rand twisted； scrambling back out of the room； trying to regain his feet without slowing down。 This time there was no corridor。 He froze half crouched not far from the polished table； and looked at the man by the fireplace。 It was better than looking at the fireplace stones； or at the sky。
〃This is a dream；〃 he said as he straightened。 Behind him he heard the click of the door closing。 〃It's some kind of nightmare。〃 He shut his eyes； thinking about waking up。 When he was a child the Wisdom had said if you could do that in a nightmare； it would go away。 The 。。。 Wisdom？ What？ If only his thoughts would stop sliding away。 If only his head would stop hurting； then he could think straight。
He opened his eyes again。 The room was still as it had been； the balcony； the sky。 The man by the fireplace。
〃Is it a dream？〃 the man said。 〃Does it matter？〃 Once again； for a moment； his mouth and eyes became peepholes into a furnace that seemed to stretch forever。 His voice did not change； he did not seem to notice it happening at all。
Rand jumped a little this time； but he managed to keep from yelling。 This is a dream。 It has to be。 All the same； he stepped backwards all the way to the door； never taking his eyes off the fellow by the fire； and tried the handle。 It did not move； the door was locked。
〃You seem thirsty；〃 the man by the fire said。 〃Drink。〃
On the table was a goblet； shining gold and ornamented with rubies and amethysts。 It had not been there before。 He wished he could stop jumping。 It was only a dream。 His mouth felt like dust。
〃I am； a little；〃 he said； picking up the goblet。 The man leaned forward intently； one hand on the back of a chair； watching him。 The smell of spiced wine drove home to Rand just how thirsty he was； as if he had had nothing to drink in days。 Have I？
With the wine halfway to his mouth； he stopped。 Whispers of smoke were rising from the chairback between the man's fingers。 And those eyes watched him so sharply； flickering rapidly in and out of flames。
Rand licked his lips and put the wine back on the table； untasted。 〃I'm not as thirsty as I thought。〃 The man straightened abruptly； his face without expression。 His disappointment could not have been more plain if he had cursed。 Rand wondered what was in the wine。 But that was a stupid question； of course。 This was all a dream。 Then why won't it stop？ 〃What do you want？〃 he demanded。 〃Who are you？〃
Flames rose in the man's eyes and mouth； Rand thought he could hear them roar。 〃Some call me Ba'alzamon。〃
Rand found himself facing the door； jerking frantically at the handle。 All thought of dreams had vanished。 The Dark One。 The doorhandle would not budge； but he kept twisting。
〃Are you the one？〃 Ba'alzamon said suddenly。 〃You cannot hide it from me forever。 You cannot even hide yourself from me； not on the hig