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made an eye…jarring blend of colors； red and green and yellow and every hue imaginable in binations only a Tinker's eye could like。 The people themselves wore clothes that made their wagons look dull。 They sat on the ground in a large cluster； eyeing the mounted men with an oddly calm unease； the thin crying of a child was swiftly forted by its mother。 Nearby； dead mastiffs made a mound already buzzing with flies。 Tinkers would not raise a hand even to defend themselves； and the dogs had been mostly show； but Bornhald had not been willing to take a chance。
Six men were all he had thought necessary to watch Tinkers。 Even with stiff faces； they looked embarrassed。 None glanced at the seventh man sitting a horse near the wagons； a bony little man with a big nose； in a dark gray coat that looked too big for him despite the fineness of its cut。 Farran； a bearded boulder of a man yet light on his feet for all his height and width； stood glaring at all seven equally。 The hundredman pressed a gauntleted hand to his heart in salute but left all talking to Bornhald。
〃A word with you； Master Ordeith；〃 Bornhald said quietly。 The bony man cocked his head； looking at Bornhald for a long moment before dismounting。 Farran growled； but Bornhald kept his voice low。 〃Three of the Tinkers cannot be found； Master Ordeith。 Did you perhaps put your own suggestion into practice？〃 The first words out of Ordeith's mouth when he saw the Tinkers had been 〃Kill them。 They're of no use。〃 Bornhald had killed his share of men； but he had never matched the casualness with which the little man had spoken。
Ordeith rubbed a finger along the side of his large nose。 〃Now； why would I be killing them？ And after you ripped me so for just suggesting it。〃 His Lugarder accent was heavy today； it came and went without him seeming to notice； another thing about the man that disturbed Bornhald。
〃Then you allowed them to escape； yes？〃
〃Well； as to that； I did take a few of them off where I could see what they knew。 Undisturbed； you see。〃
〃What they knew？ What under the Light could Tinkers know of use to us？〃
〃There's no way of telling until you ask； now is there？〃 Ordeith said。 〃I didn't hurt any of them much； and I told them to get themselves back to the wagons。 Who would be thinking they'd have the nerve to run away with so many of your men about？〃
Bornhald realized he was grinding his teeth。 His orders had been to make the best time possible to meet this odd fellow； who would have more orders for him。 Bornhald liked none of it； though both sets of orders bore the seal and signature of Pedron Niall； Lord Captain mander of the Children of the Light。
Too much had been left unsaid； including Ordeith's exact status。 The little man was there to advise Bornhald； and Bornhald was to cooperate with Ordeith。 Whether Ordeith was under his mand had been left vague； and he did not like the strong implication that he should heed the fellow's advice。 Even the reason for sending so many of the Children into this backwater had been vague。 To root out Darkfriends； of course； and spread the Light； that went without saying。 But close to half a legion on Andoran soil without permission … the order risked much if word of it reached the Queen in Caemlyn。 Too much to be balanced by the few answers Bornhald had been given。
It all came back to Ordeith。 Bornhald did not understand how the Lord Captain mander could trust this man； with his sly grins and his black moods and his haughty stares so you could never be sure what kind of man you were talking to。 Not to mention his accent changing in the middle of a sentence。 The fifty Children who had acpanied Ordeith were as sullen and frowning a lot as Bornhald had ever seen。 He thought Ordeith must have picked them himself to have so many sour scowls； and it said something of the man that he would choose that sort。 Even his name； Ordeith； meant 〃wormwood〃 in the Old Tongue。 Still； Bornhald had his own reasons for wanting to be where he was。 He would cooperate with the man； since he had to。 But only as much as he had to。
〃Master Ordeith；〃 he said in a carefully level tone； 〃this ferry is the only way in or out of the Two Rivers district。〃 That was not quite the truth。 According to the map he had； there was no way across the Taren except here； and the upper reaches of the Manetherendrelle； bordering the region on the south； had no fords。 To the east lay bogs and swamps。 Even so； there must be a way out westward； across the Mountains of Mist； though his map stopped at the edge of the range。 At best； however； it would be a hard crossing that many of his men might not survive； and he did not intend to let Ordeith know of even that small chance。 〃When it is time to leave； if I find Andoran soldiers holding this bank； you will ride with the first to cross。 You will find it interesting to see at close hand the difficulty of forcing a way across a river this wide； yes？〃
〃This is your first mand； is it not？〃 Ordeith's voice held a hint of mockery。 〃This may be part of Andor on the map； but Caemlyn has not sent a tax collector this far west in generations。 Even if those three talk； who will believe three Tinkers？ If you think the danger is too great； remember whose seal is on your orders。〃
Farran glanced at Bornhald； half reached for his sword。 Bornhald shook his head slightly； and Farran let his hand fall。 〃I mean to cross the river； Master Ordeith。 I will cross if the next word I hear is that Gareth Bryne and the Queen's Guards will be here by sundown。〃
〃Of course；〃 Ordeith said； suddenly soothing。 〃There will be as much glory here as at Tar Valon； I assure you。〃 His deep； dark eyes took a glazed look； stared at something in the distance。 〃There are things in Tar Valon I want； too。〃
Bornhald shook his head。 And I must cooperate with him。
Jaret Byar drew up and swung down from his saddle beside Farran。 As tall as the hundredman； Byar was a long…faced man with dark； deep…set eyes。 He looked as if every ounce of fat had been boiled off of him。 〃The village is secured； my Lord。 Lucellin is making certain no one slips off。 They nearly soiled themselves when I mentioned Darkfriends。 None in their village； they say。 The folk further south are the Darkfriend kind； though； they say。〃
〃Further south； is it？〃 Bornhald said briskly。 〃We shall see。 Put three hundreds across the river； Byar。 Farran's first。 The rest to follow after the Tinkers cross。 And make sure no more of them get away； yes？〃
〃We will scour the Two Rivers；〃 Ordeith broke in。 His narrow face was wisted； saliva bubbled at his lips。 〃We will flog them； and flay them； and sear their souls！ I promised him！ He'll e to me； now！ He will e！〃
Bornhald nodded for Byar and Farran to carry out his mands。 A madman； he thought。 The Lord Captain mander has tied me to a madman。 But at least I will find my path to Perrin of the Two Rivers。 Whatever it takes； I will avenge my father！
From a colonnaded terrace on a hilltop； the High Lady Suroth looked across the wide； lopsided bowl of Cantorin Harbor。 The shaven sides of her scalp left a wide crest of black hair that fell down her back。 Her hands rested lightly on a smooth stone balustrade as white as her pristine gown with its hundre