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There was one； Rand thought； who would not give short shrift to anyone； or any kind of shrift。 Mutch would tell the first person who asked him when they had gone and everything else he could think of concerning them。 A little distance down the street； he looked back。 One figure stood； lamp raised high； peering after them。 He did not need to see the face to know it was Mutch。
The streets of Baerlon were abandoned at that hour of the night； only a few faint glimmers here and there escaped tightly closed shutters； and the light of the moon in its last quarter waxed and waned with the wind…driven clouds。 Now and again a dog barked as they passed an alleyway； but no other sound disturbed the night except their horses' hooves and the wind whistling across the rooftops。 The riders held an even deeper silence； huddled in their cloaks and their own thoughts。
The Warder led the way； as usual； with Moiraine and Egwene close behind。 Nynaeve kept near the girl； and the others brought up the rear in a tight cluster。 Lan kept the horses moving at a brisk walk。
Rand watched the streets around them warily； and he noticed his friends doing the same。 Shifting moon shadows recalled the shadows at the end of the hall； the way they had seemed to reach out to the Fade。 An occasional noise in the distance； like a barrel toppling； or another dog barking； jerked every head around。 Slowly； bit by bit as they made their way through the town； they all bunched their horses closer to Lan's black stallion and Moiraine's white mare。At the Caemlyn Gate Lan dismounted and hammered with his fist on the door of a small square stone building squatting against the wall。 A weary Watchman appeared； rubbing sleepily at his face。 As Lan spoke； his sleepiness vanished； and he stared past the Warder to the others。
〃You want to leave？〃 he exclaimed。 〃Now？ In the night？ You must be mad！〃
〃Unless there is some order from the Governor that prohibits our leaving；〃 Moiraine said。 She had dismounted as well； but she stayed back from the door； out of the light that spilled into the dark street。
〃Not exactly； mistress。〃 The Watchman peered at her； frowning as he tried to make out her face。 〃But the gates stay shut from sundown to sunup。 No one to e in except in daylight。 That's the order。 Anyway； there're wolves out there。 Killed a dozen cows in the last week。 Could kill a man just as easy。〃
〃No one to e in； but nothing about leaving；〃 Moiraine said as if that settled the matter。 〃You see？ We are not asking you to disobey the Governor。〃
Lan pressed something into the Watchman's hand。 〃For your trouble；〃 he murmured。〃I suppose；〃 the Watchman said slowly。 He glanced at his hand； gold glinted before he hastily stuffed it in his pocket。 〃I suppose leaving wasn't mentioned at that。 Just a minute。〃 He stuck his head back inside。 〃Arin！ Dar！ Get out here and help me open the gate。 There's people want to leave。 Don't argue。 Just do it。〃
Two more of the Watch appeared from inside； stopping to stare in sleepy surprise at the party of eight waiting to leave。 Under the first Watchman's urgings they shuffled over to heave at the big wheel that raised the thick bar across the gates； then turned their efforts to cranking the gates open。 The crank…and…ratchet made a rapid clicking sound； but the well…oiled gates swung outward silently。 Before they were even a quarter open； though； a cold voice spoke out of the darkness。
〃What is this？ Are these gates not ordered closed until sunrise？〃
Five white…cloaked men walked into the light from the guardhouse door。 Their cowls were drawn up to hide their faces； but each man rested his hand on his sword； and the golden suns on their left breasts were a plain announcement of who they were。 Mat muttered under his breath。 The Watchmen stopped their cranking and exchanged uneasy looks。
〃This is none of your affair；〃 the first Watchman said belligerently。 Five white hoods turned to regard him； and he finished in a weaker tone。 〃The Children hold no sway here。 The Governor …〃
〃The Children of the light；〃 the white…cloaked man who had first spoken said softly； 〃hold sway wherever men walk in the Light。 Only where the Shadow of the Dark One reigns are the Children denied； yes？〃 He swung his hood from the Watchman to Lan； then suddenly gave the Warder a second； more wary； look。
The Warder had not moved； in fact； he seemed pletely at ease。 But not many people could look at the Children so uncaringly。 Lan's stony face could as well have been looking at a bootblack。 When the Whitecloak spoke again； he sounded suspicious。
〃What kind of people want to leave town walls in the night during times like these？ With wolves stalking the darkness； and the Dark One's handiwork seen flying over the town？〃 He eyed the braided leather band that crossed Lan's forehead and held his long hair back。 〃A northerner； yes？〃
Rand hunched lower in his saddle。 A Draghkar。 It had to be that； unless the man just named anything he did not understand as the Dark One's handiwork。 With a Fade at the Stag and Lion； he should have expected a Draghkar； but at the moment he was hardly thinking about it。 He thought he recognized the Whitecloak's voice。
〃Travelers；〃 Lan replied calmly。 〃Of no interest to you or yours。〃
〃Everyone is of interest to the Children of the Light。〃
Lan shook his head slightly。 〃Are you really after more trouble with the Governor？ He has limited your numbers in the town； even had you followed。 What will he do when he discovers you're harassing honest citizens at his gates？〃 He turned to the Watchmen。 〃Why have you stopped？〃 They hesitated； put their hands back on the crank； then hesitated again when the Whitecloak spoke。
〃The Governor does not know what happens under his nose。 There is evil he does not see； or smell。 But the Children of the Light see。〃 The Watchmen looked at one another； their hands opened and closed as if regretting the spears left inside the guardhouse。 〃The Children of the Light smell the evil。〃 The Whitecloak's eyes turned to the people on horseback。 〃We smell it； and root it out。 Wherever it is found。 〃
Rand tried to make himself even smaller； but the movement drew the man's attention。
〃What have we here？ Someone who does not wish to be seen？ What do you …？ Ah！〃 The man brushed back the hood of his white cloak； and Rand was looking at the face he had known would be there。 Bornhald nodded with obvious satisfaction。 〃Clearly； Watchman； I have saved you from a great disaster。 These are Darkfriends you were about to help escape from the Light。 You should be reported to your Governor for discipline； or perhaps given to the Questioners to discover your true intent this night。〃 He paused； eyeing the Watchman's fear； it seemed to have no effect on him。 〃You would not wish that； no？ Instead； I will take these ruffians to our camp； that they may be questioned in the Light … Instead of you； yes？〃
〃You will take me to your camp； Whitecloak？〃 Moiraine's voice came suddenly from every direction at once。 She had moved back into the night at the Children's approach； and shadows clumped aroun