ra keep； he did the form so badly Lan would have stalked off in disgust。 A bear…snouted Trolloc evaded it easily； bumping the other two off stride for just an instant。
Suddenly there were a dozen Shienarans rushing past him at the Trollocs； men half dressed in finery for the feast； but swords at the ready。 The bear…snouted Trolloc snarled as it died； and its panions ran； pursued by shouting men waving steel。 Shouts and screams filled the air from everywhere。
Egwene！
Rand turned deeper into the keep； running down halls empty of life； though now and again a dead Trolloc lay on the floor。 Or a dead man。
Then he came to a crossing of corridors； and to his left was the tail end of a fight。 Six top…knotted men lay bleeding and still； and a seventh was dying。 The Myrddraal gave its sword an extra twist as it pulled the blade free of the man's belly； and the soldier screamed as he dropped his sword and fell。 The Fade moved with viperous grace； the serpent illusion heightened by the armor of black； overlapping plates that covered its chest。 It turned； and that pale； eyeless face studied Rand。 It started toward him； smiling a bloodless smile； not hurrying。 It had no need to hurry for one man alone。
He felt rooted where he stood； his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth。 The look of the Eyeless is fear。 That was what they said along the Border。 His hands shook as he raised his sword。 He never even thought of assuming the void。 Light； it just killed seven armed soldiers together。 Light； what am I going to do！ Light！
Abruptly the Myrddraal stopped； its smile gone。
〃This one is mine； Rand。〃 Rand gave a start as Ingtar stepped up beside him； dark and stocky in a yellow feastday coat； sword held in both hands。 Ingtar's dark eyes never left the Fade's face； if the Shienaran felt the fear of that gaze； he gave no sign。 〃Try yourself on a Trolloc or two；〃 he said softly； 〃before you face one of these。〃
〃I was ing down to see if Egwene is safe。 She was going to the dungeon to visit Fain； and…〃
〃Then go see to her。〃
Rand swallowed。 〃We'll take it together； Ingtar。〃
〃You aren't ready for this。 Go see to your girl。 Go！ You want Trollocs to find her unprotected？〃
For a moment Rand hung there； undecided。 The Fade had raised its sword； for Ingtar。 A silent snarl twisted Ingtar's mouth； but Rand knew it was not fear。 And Egwene could be alone in the dungeon with Fain； or worse。 Still he felt ashamed as he ran for the stairs that led underground。 He knew a Fade's look could make any man afraid； but Ingtar had conquered the dread。 His stomach still felt knotted。
The corridors beneath the keep were silent； and feebly lit by flickering； far…spaced lamps on the walls。 He slowed as he came closer to the dungeons； creeping as silently as he could on his toes。 The grate of his boots on the bare stone seemed to fill his ears。 The door to the dungeons stood cracked open a handbreadth。 It should have been closed and bolted。
Staring at the door； he tried to swallow and could not。 He opened his mouth to call out； then shut it again quickly。 If Egwene was in there and in trouble； shouting would only warn whoever was endangering her。 Or whatever。 Taking a deep breath； he set himself。
In one motion he pushed the door wide open with the scabbard in his left hand and threw himself into the dungeon； tucking his shoulder under to roll through the straw covering the floor and e to his feet； spinning this way and that too quickly to get a clear picture of the room； looking desperately for anyone who might attack him； looking for Egwene。 There was no one there。
His eyes fell on the table； and he stopped dead； breath and even thought freezing。 On either side of the still…burning lamp； as if to make a centerpiece； sat the heads of the guards in two pools of blood。 Their eyes stared at him； wide with fear； and their mouths gaped in a last scream no one could hear。 Rand gagged and doubled over； his stomach heaved again and again as he vomited into the straw。 Finally he managed to pull himself erect； scrubbing his mouth with his sleeve； his throat felt scraped raw。
Slowly he became aware of the rest of the room； only half seen and not taken in during his hasty search for an attacker。 Bloody lumps of flesh lay scattered through the straw。 There was nothing he could recognize as human except the two heads。 Some of the pieces looked chewed。 So that's what happened to the rest of their bodies。 He was surprised at the calmness of his thoughts； almost as if he had achieved the void without trying。 It was the shock； he knew vaguely。
He did not recognize either of the heads； the guards had been changed since he was there earlier。 He was glad for that。 Knowing who they were； even Changu； would have made it worse。 Blood covered the walls； too； but in scrawled letters； single words and whole sentences splashed on every which way。 Some were harsh and angular； in a language he did not know； though he recognized Trolloc script。 Others he could read； and wished he could not。 Blasphemies and obscenities bad enough to make a stablehand or a merchant's guard go pale。
〃Egwene。〃 Calmness vanished。 Shoving his scabbard through his belt； he snatched the lamp from the table； hardly noticing when the heads toppled over。 〃Egwene！ Where are you？〃
He started toward the inner door； took two steps； and stopped； staring。 The words on the door； dark and glistening wetly in the light of his lamp； were plain enough。
WE WILL MEET AGAIN ON TOMAN HEAD。
IT IS NEVER OVER； AL'THOR。
His sword dropped from a hand suddenly numb。 Never taking his eyes off the door； he bent to pick it up。 Instead he grabbed a handful of straw and began scrubbing furiously at the words on the door。 Panting； he scrubbed until it was all one bloody smear； but he could not stop。
〃What do you do？〃
At the sharp voice behind him； he whirled； stooping to seize his sword。
A woman stood in the outer doorway； back stiff with outrage。 Her hair was like pale gold； in a dozen or more braids； but her eyes were dark； and sharp on his face。 She looked not much older than he； and pretty in a sulky way； but there was a tightness to her mouth he did not like。 Then he saw the shawl she had wrapped tightly around her； with its long； red fringe。
Aes Sedai。 And Light help me； she's Red Ajah。 〃I 。。。 I was just 。。。 It's filthy stuff。 Vile。〃
〃Everything must be left exactly as it is for us to examine。 Touch nothing。〃 She took a step forward； peering at him； and he took one back。 〃Yes。 Yes； as I thought。 One of those with Moiraine。 What do you have to do with this？〃 Her gesture took in the heads on the table and the bloody scrawl on the walls。
For a minute he goggled at her。 〃Me？ Nothing！ I came down here to find 。。。 Egwene！〃
He turned to open the inner door； and the Aes Sedai shouted； 〃No！ You will answer me！〃
Suddenly it was all he could do to stand up； to keep holding the lamp and his sword。 Icy cold squeezed at him from all sides。 His head felt caught in a frozen vise； he could barely breathe for the pressure on his chest。
〃Answer me； boy。 Tell me your name。〃
Involuntarily he grunted； trying to answer against the chill that seemed to be pressing his face back into his skull； constricting his chest like frozen iron bands。 He clenched his jaws to keep the sound in。 Painfully he rolled his eyes to glare at her through a blur of tears。 The Light burn you； Aes Sedai！ I won't say a word； the Shadow take you！
〃Answer me； boy！ Now！〃
Frozen needles pierced his brain with agony； grated into his bones。 The void formed inside him before he even realized he had thought of it； but it could not hold out the pain。 Dimly he sensed light and warmth somewhere in the distance。 It flickered queasily； but the light was warm； and he was cold。 Distant beyond knowing； but somehow just within reach。 Light； so cold。 I have to reach 。。。 what？ She's killing me。 I have to reach it； or she'll kill me。 Desperately he stretched toward the light。
〃What is going on here？〃
Abruptly the cold and the pressure and the