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Smiling； he raced the thud of his boots up the nearest curving stairway； on upward； until he reached the top floor。 The highest level of the building was one large chamber with a slightly domed ceiling and scattered thin columns fluted in spirals。 Glassless arched windows all around flooded every corner with moonlight。 The dust and grit and sand on the floor still faintly showed his own footprints； from the one time he had e up here； and no other mark。 It was perfect。
Striding to the center of the room； he planted himself atop the mosaic there； the ancient symbol of the Aes Sedai； ten feet across。 It was an apt place。 〃Under this sign will he conquer。〃 That was what the Prophecy of Rhuidean said of him。 He stood straddling the sinuous dividing line； one boot on the black teardrop that was now called the Dragon's Fang and used to represent evil； the other on the white now called the Flame of Tar Valon。 Some men said it stood for the Light。 An appropriate place to meet this attack； between Light and darkness。
The fetid feel grew stronger； and a burned sulfur smell filled the air。 Suddenly things moved； slinking away from the stairs like moonshadows； along the outside of the room。 Slowly they resolved into three black dogs； darker than night and big as ponies。 Eyes shining silver； they circled him warily。 With the Power in him； he could hear their hearts beat； like deep drums pounding。 He could not hear them breathe； though； perhaps they did not。
He channeled； and a sword was in his hands； its slightly curving； heron…marked blade seeming hammered out of fire。 He had expected Myrddraal； or something even worse than the Eyeless； but for dogs； even Shadowspawn dogs； the sword would be enough。 Whoever had sent them did not know him。 Lan said he had very nearly reached the level of a blademaster； now； and the Warder was sparing enough with praise to make him think he might have passed onto that level already。
With snarls like bones being ground to dust； the dogs hurtled at him from three sides； faster than galloping horses。
He did not move until they were almost on him； then he flowed； one with the sword； move to move； as though dancing。 In the blink of an eye the sword form called Whirlwind on the Mountain became The Wind Blows Over the Wall became Unfolding the Fan。 Great black heads flew apart from black bodies； their dripping teeth； like burnished steel； still bared as they bounced across the floor。 He was already stepping from the mosaic as the dark forms collapsed in twitching； bleeding heaps。
Laughing to himself； he let the sword go； though he held on to saidin； to the raging Power； the sweetness and the taint。 Contempt slid along the outside of the Void。 Dogs。 Shadowspawn； certainly； but still just。。。 Laughter died。
Slowly； the dead dogs and their heads were melting； settling into pools of liquid shadow that quivered slightly； as if alive。 Their blood fanned across the floor； trembled。 Suddenly the smaller pools flowed across the floor in viscous streams to merge with the larger； which oozed away from the mosaic to mound higher and higher； until the three huge black dogs stood there once more； slavering and snarling as they gathered massive haunches under them。
He did not know why he felt surprise； dim outside the emptiness。 Dogs； yes； but Shadowspawn。 Whoever had sent them had not been as careless as he had thought。 But they still did not know him。
Instead of reaching for the sword again； he channeled as he remembered doing once long ago。 Howling； the huge dogs leaped； and a thick shaft of white light shot from his hands； like molten steel； like liquid fire。 He swept it across the springing creatures； for an instant they became strange shadows of themselves； all colors reversed； and then they were made of sparkling motes that broke apart； smaller and smaller； until there was nothing。
He let go of the thing he had made； with a grim smile。 A purple bar of light still seemed to cross his vision in afterimage。
Across the great chamber a piece of one of the columns crashed to the floor tiles。 Where that bar of light … or whatever it had been； not light； exactly … had swung； neat slices were gone from the columns。 A gaping swath cut half the width of the wall behind them。
〃Did any of them bite you； or bleed on you？〃
He spun at the sound of Moiraine's voice； absorbed in what he had done； he had not heard her e up the stairs。 She stood clutching her skirts with both hands； peering at him； face lost in moon…shadow。 She would have sensed the things the same way he did； but to be here so quickly she must have run。 〃The Maidens let you pass？ Have you bee Far Dareis Mai； Moiraine？〃
〃They grant me some privileges of a Wise One；〃 she said in a rush； impatience raw in her usually melodious voice。 〃I told the guards I had to speak with you urgently。 Now； answer me！ Did the Darkhounds bite you； or bleed on you？ Did their saliva touch you？〃
〃No；〃 he answered slowly。 Darkhounds。 The little he knew he had gotten from old stories； the sort used to frighten children in the southlands。 Some grown…ups believed； too。 〃Why should a bite worry you？ You could Heal it。 Does this mean the Dark One is free？〃 Enclosed in the Void as he was； even fear was distant。
The tales he had heard said the Darkhounds ran the night in the Wild Hunt； with the Dark One himself the hunter； they left no print on even the softest dirt； only on stone； and they would not stop until you faced and defeated them or put running water between you。 Crossroads were supposed to be particularly dangerous places to meet them； and the time just after sunset or just before sunrise。 He had seen enough old stories walking by now to believe that any of it could be true。
〃No； not that； Rand。〃 She seemed to be regaining her self…control； her voice was silver chimes again； calm and cool。 〃They are only another kind of Shadowspawn； something that should never have been made。 But their bite is death as surely as a dagger in the heart； and I do not think I could have Healed such a wound before it killed you。 Their blood； even their saliva； is poison。 A drop on the skin can kill； slowly； with great pain at the end。 You are lucky there were only three： Unless you killed more before I arrived？ Their packs are usually larger； as many as ten or twelve； or so say the scraps left from the War Of the Shadow。〃
Larger packs。 He was not the only target in Rhuidean for one of the Forsaken。。。
〃We must speak of what you used to kill them；〃 Moiraine began； but he was already running as hard as he could； ignoring her cries to know where he was going and why。
Down flights of stairs； through darkened corridors where sleepy Maidens； roused by the pounding boots； peered at him in consternation from moonlit rooms。 Through the front doors； where Lan stood restlessly with the two women on guard； his color…shifting Warder's cloak about his shoulders； making parts of him seem to blend into the night。
〃Where is Moiraine？〃 he shouted as Rand dashed by； but Rand leaped down the broad steps two at a time without replying。
The half…healed wound in his