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With that they turned and marched off into the darkness again。
Nynaeve waited； counting to herself while they made their circuit twice。 Each time they took exactly the same count； and each time they rigidly repeated the same formula； not a word more or less。 Neither so much as glanced to one side； they stared straight ahead as they marched up； then marched away。 She wondered if they would have noticed her even if she had been standing up。
Before the night swallowed the pale swirls of their cloaks a third time； she was already on her feet； running in a crouch toward the horses。 As she came close； she slowed so as not to startle the animals。 The Whitecloak guards might not see what was not shoved under their noses； but they would certainly investigate if the horses suddenly began whickering。
The horses along the picket…lines … there was more than one row…were barely realized masses in the darkness； heads down。 Occasionally one snorted or stamped a foot in its sleep。 In the dim moonlight she was nearly on the endpost of the picket…line before she saw it。 She reached for the picket…line； and froze when the nearest horse raised its head and looked at her。 Its single lead…rein was tied in a big loop around the thumb…thick line that ended at the post。 One whinny。 Her heart tried to pound its way out of her chest； sounding loud enough to bring the guards。
Never taking her eyes off the horse； she sliced at the picket…rope； feeling in front of her blade to see how far she had cut。 The horse tossed its head； and her breath went cold。 Just one whinny。
Only a few thin strands of hemp remained whole under her fingers。 Slowly she headed toward the next line； watching the horse until she could no longer see if it was looking at her or not； then drew a ragged breath。 If they were all like that； she did not think she would last。
At the next picket…rope； though； and the next； and the next； the horses remained asleep； even when she cut her thumb and bit off a yelp。 Sucking the cut； she looked warily back the way she had e。 Upwind as she was； she could no longer hear the guards make their exchange； but they might have heard her if they were in the right place。 If they were ing to see what the noise had been； the wind would keep her from hearing them until they were right on top of her。 Time to go。 With four horses out of five running loose； they won't be chasing anyone。
But she did not move。 She could imagine Lan's eyes when he heard what she had done。 There would be no accusation in them； her reasoning was sound； and he would not expect any more of her。 She was a Wisdom； not a bloody great invincible Warder who could make himself all but invisible。 Jaw set； she moved to the last picket…line。 The first horse on it was Bela。
There was no mistaking that squat； shaggy shape； for there to be another horse like that； here and now； was too big a coincidence。 Suddenly she was so glad that she had not left off this last line that she was shaking。 Her arms and legs trembled so that she was afraid to touch the picket…rope； but her mind was as clear as the Winespring Water。 Whichever of the boys was in the camp； Egwene was there； too。 And if they left riding double； some of the Children would catch them no matter how well the horses were scattered； and some of them would die。 She was as certain as if she were listening to the wind。 That stuck a spike of fear into her belly； fear of how she was certain。 This had nothing to do with weather or crops or sickness。 Why did Moiraine tell me I can use the Power？ Why couldn't she leave me alone？
Strangely； the fear stilled her trembling。 With hands as steady as if she were grinding herbs in her own house she slit the picket…rope as she had the others。 Thrusting the dagger back into its sheath； she untied Bela's lead…rein。 The shaggy mare woke with a start； tossing her head； but Nynaeve stroked her nose and spoke forting words softly in her ear。 Bela gave a low snort and seemed content。
Other horses along that line were awake； too； and looking at her。 Remembering Mandarb； she reached hesitantly to the next lead…rein； but that horse gave no objection to a strange hand。 Indeed； it seemed to want some of the muzzle…stroking that Bela had received。 She gripped Bela's rein tightly and wrapped the other around her other wrist； all the while watching the camp nervously。 The pale tents were only thirty yards off； and she could see men moving among them。 If they noticed the horses stirring and came to see what caused it 。。。
Desperately she wished for Moiraine not to wait on her return。 Whatever the Aes Sedai was going to do； let her do it now。 Light； make her do it now； before。。。
Abruptly lightning shattered the night overhead； for a moment obliterating darkness。 Thunder smote her ears； so hard she thought her knees would buckle； as a jagged trident stabbed the ground just beyond the horses； splashing dirt and rocks like a fountain。 The crash of riven earth fought the thunderstroke。 The horses went mad； screaming and rearing； the picket…ropes snapped like thread where she had cut them。 Another lightning bolt sliced down before the image of the first faded。
Nynaeve was too busy to exult。 At the first clash Bela jerked one way while the other horse reared away in the opposite direction。 She thought her arms were being pulled out of their sockets。 For an endless minute she hung suspended between the horses； her feet off the ground； her scream flattened by the second crash。 Again the lightning struck； and again； and again； in one continuous； raging roar from the heavens。 Balked in the way they wanted to go； the horses surged back； letting her drop。 She wanted to crouch on the ground and soothe her tortured shoulders； but there was no time。 Bela and the other horse buffeted her； eyes rolling wildly till only whites showed； threatening to knock her down and trample her。 Somehow she made her arms lift； clutched her hands in Bela's mane； pulled herself onto the heaving mare's back。 The other rein was still around her wrist； pulled tight into the flesh。
Her jaw dropped as a long； gray shadow snarled past； seeming to ignore her and the horses with her； but teeth snapping at the crazed animals now darting in every direction。 A second shadow of death followed close behind。 Nynaeve wanted to scream again； but nothing came out。 Wolves！ Light help us！ What is Moiraine doing？
The heels she dug into Bela's sides were not needed。 The mare ran； and the other was more than happy to follow。 Anywhere； so long as they could run； so long as they could escape the fire from the sky that killed the night。
Chapter 38
Rescue
Perrin shifted as best he could with his wrists bound behind him and finally gave up with a sigh。 Every rock he avoided brought him two more。 Awkwardly he tried to work his cloak back over him。 The night was cold； and the ground seemed to draw all the heat out of him； as it had every night since the Whitecloaks took them。 The Children did not think prisoners needed blankets； or shelter。 Especially not dangerous Darkfriends。
Egwene lay huddled against his back for warmth； sleeping the deep sleep of exhaustion。 She never even murmured at his shifting。 The sun was long hours below the horizon； and he ached from head to foot after a day walking behind a horse with a halter around his neck； but sleep would not e for him。
The column did not move that fast。 With most of their remounts lost to the wolves in the stedding； the Whitecloaks could not push on as hard as they wanted； the delay was another thing they held against the Emond's Fielders。 The sinuous double line did move steadily； though … Lord Bornhald meant to reach Caemlyn in time for whatever it was … and always in the back of Perrin's mind was the fear that if he fell the Whitecloak holding his leash would not stop； no matter Lord Captain Bornhald's orders to keep them alive for the Questioners in Amador。 He knew he could not save himself if that happened； the only times they freed his hands were when he was fed and for visits to the latrine pit。 The
halter made every step momentous； every rock underfoot potentially fatal。 He walked
