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till dug in the ruins of their homes； but even in the short time he had been there more of them had begun to move with a sense of purpose。 He could almost feel the growing determination。 But he wondered。 They had seen Trollocs； had they seen the black…cloaked rider？ Had they felt his hatred？
Nynaeve and Egwene appeared from the Calder house； and he sprang to his feet。 Or rather； he tried to spring to his feet； it was more of a stumbling lurch that almost put him on his face in the dust。
The Wisdom dropped to her knees beside the litter without giving him so much as a glance。 Her face and dress were even dirtier than Egwene's； and the same dark circles fined her eyes； though her hands； too； were clean。 She felt Tam's face and thumbed open his eyelids。 With a frown she pulled down the coverings and eased the bandage aside to look at the wound。 Before Rand could see what lay underneath she had replaced the wadded cloth。 Sighing； she smoothed the blanket and cloak back up to Tam's neck with a gentle touch； as if tucking a child in for the night。〃
〃There's nothing I can do；〃 she said。 She had to put her hands on her knees to straighten up。 〃I'm sorry； Rand。〃
For a moment he stood； not understanding； as she started back to the house； then he scrambled after her and pulled her around to face him。 〃He's dying；〃 he cried。
〃I know；〃 she said simply； and he sagged with the matter…of…factness of it。
〃You have to do something。 You have to。 You're the Wisdom。〃
Pain twisted her face； but only for an instant； then she was all hollow…eyed resolve again； her voice emotionless and firm。 〃Yes； I am。 I know what I can do with my medicines； and I know when it's too late。 Don't you think I would do something if I could？ But I can't。 I can't； Rand。 And there are others who need me。 People I can help。〃
〃I brought him to you as quickly as I could；〃 he mumbled。 Even with the village in ruins； there had been the Wisdom for hope。 With that gone； he was empty。
〃I know you did；〃 she said gently。 She touched his cheek with her hand。 〃It isn't your fault。 You did the best anyone could。 I am sorry； Rand； but I have others to tend to。 Our troubles are just beginning； I'm afraid。〃
Vacantly he stared after her until the door of the house closed behind her。 He could not make any thought e except that she would not help。
Suddenly he was knocked back a step as Egwene cannoned into him； throwing her arms around him。 Her hug was hard enough to bring a grunt from him any other time； now he only looked silently at the door behind which his hopes had vanished。
〃I'm so sorry； Rand；〃 she said against his chest。 〃Light； I wish there was something I could do。〃
Numbly he put his arms around her。 〃I know。 I 。。。 I have to do something； Egwene。 I don't know what； but I can't just let him 。。。〃 His voice broke； and she hugged him harder。
〃Egwene！〃 At Nynaeve's shout from the house； Egwene jumped。 〃Egwene； I need you！ And wash your hands again！〃
She pushed herself free from Rand's arms。 〃She needs my help； Rand。〃
〃Egwene！〃
He thought he heard a sob as she spun away from him。 Then she was gone； and he was left alone beside the litter。 For a moment he looked down at Tam； feeling nothing but hollow helplessness。 Suddenly his face hardened。 〃The Mayor will know what to do；〃 he said； lifting the shafts once more。 〃The Mayor will know。〃 Bran al'Vere always knew what to do。 With weary obstinacy he set out for the Winespring Inn。
Another of the Dhurran stallions passed him； its harness straps tied around the ankles of a big shape draped with a dirty blanket。 Arms covered with coarse hair dragged in the dirt behind the blanket； and one corner was pushed up to reveal a goat's horn。 The Two Rivers was no place for stories to bee horribly real。 If Trollocs belonged anywhere it was in the world outside； for places where they had Aes Sedai and false Dragons and the Light alone knew what else e to life out of the tales of gleemen。 Not the Two Rivers。 Not Emond's Field。
As he made his way down the Green； people called to him； some from the ruins of their homes； asking if they could help。 He heard them only as murmurs in the background； even when they walked alongside him for a distance as they spoke。 Without really thinking about it he managed words that said he needed no help； that everything was being taken care of。 When they left him； with worried looks； and sometimes a ment about sending Nynaeve to him； he noticed that just as little。 All he let himself be aware of was the purpose he had fixed in his head。 Bran al'Vere could do something to help Tam。 What that could be he tried not to dwell on。 But the Mayor would be able to do something； to think of something。
The inn had almost pletely escaped the destruction that had taken half the village。 A few scorch marks marred its walls； but the red roof tiles glittered in the sunlight as brightly as ever。 All that was left of the peddler's wagon； though； were blackened iron wheel…rims leaning against the charred wagon box； now on the ground。 The big round hoops that had held up the canvas cover slanted crazily； each at a different angle。
Thom Merrilin sat cross…legged on the old foundation stones； carefully snipping singed edges from the patches on his cloak with a pair of small scissors。 He set down cloak and scissors when Rand drew near。 Without asking if Rand needed or wanted help； he hopped down and picked up the back of the litter。
〃Inside？ Of course； of course。 Don't you worry； boy。 Your Wisdom will take care of him。 I've watched her work； since last night； and she has a deft touch and a sure skill。 It could be a lot worse。 Some died last night。 Not many； perhaps； but any at all are too many for me。 Old Fain just disappeared； and that's the worst of all。 Trollocs will eat anything。 You should thank the Light your father's still here； and alive for the Wisdom to heal。〃
Rand blotted out the words … He is my father！ … reducing the voice to meaningless sound that he noticed no more than a fly's buzzing。 He could not bear any more sympathy； any more attempts to boost his spirits。 Not now。 Not until Bran al'Vere told him how to help Tam。
Suddenly he found himself facing something scrawled on the inn door； a curving line scratched with a charred stick； a charcoal teardrop balanced on its point。 So much had happened that it hardly surprised him to find the Dragon's Fang marked on the door of the Winespring Inn。 Why anyone would want to accuse the innkeeper or his family of evil； or bring the inn bad luck； was beyond him； but the night had convinced him of one thing。 Anything was possible。 Anything at all。
At a push from the gleeman he lifted the latch； and went in。
The mon room was empty except for Bran al'Vere； and cold； too； for no one had found time to lay a fire。 The Mayor sat at one of the tables； dipping his pen in an inkwell with a frown of concentration on his face and his gray…fringed head bent over a sheet of parchment。 Nightshirt tucked hastily into his trousers and bagging around his considerable waist； he absently scratched at one bare foot with the toes of the other。 His feet were dirty； as if he had been outside more than once without bothering about boots； despite the cold。 〃What's your trouble？〃 he demanded without looking up。 〃Be quick with it。 I have two dozen things to do right this minute； and more that should have been done an hour ago。 So I have little time or patience。 Well？ Out with it！〃
〃Master al'Vere？〃 Rand said。 〃It's my father。〃
The Mayor's head jerked up。 〃Rand？ Tam！〃 He threw down the pen and knocked over his chair as he leaped up。 〃Perhaps the Light hasn't abandoned us altogether。 I was afraid you were both dead。 Bela galloped into the village an hour after the Trollocs left； lathered and blowing as if she'd run all the way from the farm； and I thought 。。。 No time for that； now。 We'll take him upstairs。〃 He seized the rear of the litter； shouldering the gleeman out of the way。 〃You go get the Wisdom； Master Merrilin。 And tell her I said hurry； or I'll know the reason why！ Rest easy； Tam。 We'll soon have you in a good； soft bed。 Go； gleeman； go！〃
Thom Merrilin vanished through the doorway before Rand could speak。 〃Nynaeve wouldn't do anything。 She said she couldn't help him。 I knew 。。。 I hoped you'd think of something。〃
Master al'Vere looked at Tam more sharply； then shook his head。 〃We will see； boy。 We will see。〃 But he no longer sounded confident。 〃Let's get him into a bed。 He can rest easy； at least。〃
Rand let himself be prodded toward the stairs at the back of the mon room。 He tried hard to keep his certainty that somehow Tam would be all right； but it had been thin to begin with； he realized； and the sudden doubt in the Mayor's voice shook him。
On the second floor of the inn； at the front； were half a dozen snug； well…appointed rooms with windows overlooking the Green。 Mostly they were used by the peddlers； or people down from Watch Hill or up from Deven Ride； but the merchants who came each year were often surprised to find such fortable rooms。 Three of them were taken now； and the Mayor hurried Rand to one of the unused ones。
Quickly the down forter and blankets were stripped back on the wide bed； and Tam was transferred to the thick feather mattress； with goose…down pillows tucked under his head。 He made no sound beyond hoarse breathing as he was moved； not even a groan； but the Mayor brushed away Rand's concern； telling him to set a fire to take the chill off the room。 While Rand dug wood and kindling from the woodbox next to the fireplace； Bran threw back the curtains on the window； letting in the morning light； then began to gently wash Tam's face。 By the time the gleeman returned； the blaze on the hearth was warming the room。
〃She will not e；〃 Thom Merrilin announced as he stalked into the room。 He glared at Rand； his bushy white brows drawing down sharply。 〃You didn't tell me she had seen him already。 She almost took my head off。〃
〃I thought 。。。 I don't know 。。。 maybe the Mayor could do something； could make her see 。。。 〃 Hands clenched in anxious fists； Rand turned from the fireplace to Bran。 〃Master al'Vere； what can I do？〃 The rotund man shook his head helplessly。 He laid a freshly dampened cloth on Tam's forehead and avoided meeting Rand's eye。 〃I can't just watch him die； Master al'Vere。 I have to do something。〃 The gleeman shifted as if to speak。 Rand rounded on him eagerly。 。〃Do you have an idea？ I'll try anything。〃
〃I was just wondering；〃 Thom said； tamping his long…stemmed pipe with his thumb； 〃if the Mayor knew who scrawled the Dragon's Fang on his door。〃 He peered into the bowl； then looked at Tam and replaced the unlit pipe between his teeth with a sigh。 〃Someone seems not to like him anymore。 Or maybe it's his guests they don't like。〃
Rand gave him a disgusted look and turned away to stare into the fire。 His thoughts danced like the flames； and like the flames they concentrated fixedly on one thing。 He would not give up。 He could not just stand there and watch Tam die。 My father； he thought fiercely。 My father。 Once the fever was gone； that could be cleared up as well。 But the fever first。 Only； how？
Bran al'Vere's mouth tightened as he looked at Rand's back； and the glare he directed at the gleeman would have given a bear pause； but Thom just waited expectantly as if he had not noticed it。
〃It's probably the work of one of the Congars； or a Coplin；〃 the Mayor said finally； 〃though the Light alone knows which。 They're a large brood； and if there's ill to be said of someone； or even if there isn't； they'll say it。 They make Cenn Buie sound honey…tongued。〃
〃That wagonload who came in just before dawn？〃 the gleeman asked。 〃They hadn't so much as smelled a Trolloc； and all they wanted to know was when Festival was going to start； as if they couldn't see half the village in ashes。〃
Master al'Vere nodded grimly。 〃One branch of the family。 But none of them are very different。 That fool Darl Coplin spent half the night demanding I put Mistress Moiraine and Master Lan out of the inn； out of the village； a