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e direction of the woman on the other side of Rand's horse。 〃Some do push the bounds of honor。〃
Aviendha must have known that last was meant for her ears； her face went stony。 But she strode along without saying another word； fists clenched at her sides。
A pair of the scouting Maidens appeared； ing back at a dead run。 They were plainly not together； one headed straight for the Shaido； the other for the Jindo。 Rand recognized her； a yellow…haired woman named Adelin； handsome but hard…faced； with a scar making a fine white line across her sun…dark cheek。 She was one of those who had been in the Stone； though older than most of the Maidens there； perhaps ten years more than he。 The quick look she gave Aviendha before falling in beside Rhuarc； an equal blend of curiosity and sympathy； made Rand bristle。 If Aviendha had agreed to do the Wise Ones' spying； she certainly did not deserve sympathy。 His pany was not so onerous as that。 Him； Adelin ignored altogether。
〃There is trouble at Imre Stand；〃 she told Rhuarc； her speech quick and clipped。 〃There is no one to be seen。 We have kept hidden and not gone close。〃
〃Good；〃 Rhuarc replied。 〃Inform the Wise Ones。〃 Unconsciously hefting his spears； he dropped back to the main body of Jindo。 Aviendha muttered to herself； plucking at her skirts； obviously wanting to join him。
〃I think they already know；〃 Mat said as Adelin sped toward the Wise Ones' party。
From the agitation among the women around Moiraine； Rand thought he was right。 They all appeared to be talking at once。 Egwene was shading her eyes； staring at either Adelin or him； her other hand to her mouth。 How they knew had to be a question for later。
〃What kind of trouble might it be？〃 he asked Aviendha。 Still muttering to herself； she did not answer。 〃Aviendha？ What kind of trouble？〃 Nothing。 〃Burn you； woman； you can answer a simple question！ What kind of trouble？〃
She flushed； but her reply came in a level tone。 〃It is most likely to be a raid； for goats or sheep； either could be herded at Imre for pasture； but most likely goats； because of the water。 Probably it was the Chareen； the White Mountain sept or the Jarra。 They are closest。 Or it might be a sept from the Goshien。 The Tomanelle are too far； I think。〃
〃Will there be fighting？〃 He reached out for saidin； the sweet rush of the Power flooded him。 The rancid taint oozed through him； and fresh sweat burst from every pore。 〃Aviendha？〃
〃No。 Adelin would have said if the raiders were still there。 The herd and the gai'shain are miles gone by now。 We cannot recover the herd because we must acpany you。 〃
He wondered why she did not mention recovering the captives； the gai'shain； but he did not wonder long。 The effort of staying upright while holding on to saidin； of not folding up and being swept away； left little room for thought。
Rhuarc and the Jindo swept ahead at a run； already veiling their faces； and Rand followed more slowly。 Aviendha shot him impatient frowns； but he kept Jeade'en to a brisk walk。 He would not go galloping into someone else's trap。 At least Mat was in no hurry； he hesitated； looking at the peddlers' wagons； before cantering Pips up。 Rand never glanced at the wagons。
The Shaido fell behind； slowing until the Wise Ones began to move again。 Of course。 This was Taardad land。 Couladin would not care if someone raided here。 Rand hoped the clan chiefs could be gathered at Alcair Dal quickly。 How could he unite a people who seemed to fight each other all the time？ The least of his worries； now。
When Imre Stand finally came in sight； it was something of a surprise。 A few widely scattered clumps of long…haired white goats browsed on patches of tough grass and even the leaves of thorny bushes。 At first he did not see the crude stone building set against the base of a tall butte； the rough stonework blended in perfectly； and several thornbushes had taken root on the dirt covered roof。 Not very big； it had arrowslits for windows and only one door that he could see。 After a moment he spotted another building； no larger； tucked onto a ledge some twenty paces higher。 A deep crevice ran up to the ledge and beyond from behind the stone house at the base； there was no other evident way to reach the ledge。
Rhuarc； standing openly four hundred or so paces from the butte with his veil lowered； was the only Jindo in sight。 That did not mean the others were not there； of course。 Rand reined in beside him and dismounted。 The clan chief continued to study the stone buildings。
〃The goats；〃 Aviendha said； sounding troubled。 〃Raiders would not have left any goats behind。 Most are gone； but it almost looks as if the herd has just been allowed to wander。〃
〃For days；〃 Rhuarc agreed； not taking his eyes from the buildings； 〃or more would remain。 Why does no one e out？ They should be able to see my face； and know me。〃 He started forward； and made no objection when Rand joined him leading Jeade'en。 Aviendha had one hand on her belt knife； and Mat； riding behind； carried that black…hafted spear as if he expected to need it。
The door was rough wood； pieced together from short； narrow planks。 Some of the stout bracing was broken； hacked by axes。 Rhuarc hesitated a moment before pushing it open。 He hardly glanced inside before turning to run his eyes over the surrounding country。
Rand put his head in。 There was no one there。 The interior； light streaming in bars through the arrowslits； was all one room and plainly not a dwelling； just a place for herdsmen to shelter； and defend themselves if attacked。 There were no furnishings； no tables or chairs。 A raised open hearth stood beneath a sooty smoke hole in the roof。 The wide crevice at the back had steps chiseled into the gray rock。 The place had been ransacked。 Bedding； blankets； pots； all lay scattered across the stone floor amid slashed cushions and pillows。 Some liquid had been splashed over everything； the walls； even the ceiling； and had dried black。
When he realized what it was； he jerked back； the Power…wrought sword ing into his hands before he even thought。 Blood。 So much blood。 There had been slaughter done here； as savage as anything he could imagine。 Nothing moved out there except the goats。
Aviendha backed out as fast as she went in。 〃Who？〃 she demanded incredulously； her large blue…green eyes filled with outrage。 〃Who would do this？ Where are the dead？〃
〃Trollocs；〃 Mat muttered。 〃It looks like Trolloc work to me。〃
She snorted contemptuously。 〃Trollocs do not e into the Three…fold Land； wetlander。 No more than a few miles below the Blight； at least； and then seldom。 I have heard they call the Three…fold Land the Dying Ground。 We hunt Trollocs； wetlander； they do not hunt us。〃
Nothing moved。 Rand let the sword go； pushed saidin away。 It was hard。 The sweetness of the Power was nearly enough to overe the feel of filth from the taint； the sheer exhilaration almost enough to make him not care。 Mat was right whatever Aviendha said； but this was old； the Trollocs gone。 Trollocs in the Waste； at a place he had e to。 He was not fool enough to think it coinci