autiful women。 Moiraine was beautiful； if cool； and so was Nynaeve； when her temper did not get the better of her。 Egwene； and Elayne； the Daughter…Heir of Andor； were each enough to take a man's breath。 But this woman 。。。 His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth； he felt his heart start beating again。
〃Your retainers； my Lord？〃
Startled； he looked around。 Hurin and Loial had joined them。 Hurin was staring the way Rand knew he had been； and even the Ogier seemed fascinated。 〃My friends；〃 he said。 〃Loial； and Hurin。 My name is Rand。 Rand al'Thor。〃
〃I have never thought of it before；〃 Loial said abruptly； sounding as if he were talking to himself； 〃but if there is such a thing as perfect human beauty； in face and form； then you …〃
〃Loial！〃 Rand shouted。 The Ogier's ears stiffened in embarrassment。 Rand's own ears were red； Loial's words had been too close to what he himself was thinking。
The woman laughed musically； but the next instant she was all regal formality； like a queen on her throne。 〃I am called Selene；〃 she said。 〃You have risked your life； and saved mine。 I am yours； Lord Rand al'Thor。〃 And； to Rand's horror； she knelt before him。
Not looking at Hurin or Loial； he hastily pulled her to her feet。 〃A man who will not die to save a woman is no man。〃 Immediately he disgraced himself by blushing。 It was a Shienaran saying； and he knew it sounded pompous before it was out of his mouth； but her manner had infected him； and he could not stop it。 〃I mean 。。。 That is； it was 。。。〃 Fool； you can't tell a woman saving her life was nothing。 〃It was my honor。〃 That sounded vaguely Shienaran and formal。 He hoped it would do； his mind was as blank of anything else to say as if he were still in the void。
Suddenly he became conscious of her eyes on him。 Her expression had not changed； but her dark eyes made him feel as if he were naked。 Unbidden； the thought came of Selene with no clothes。 His face went red again。 〃Aaah！ Ah； where are you from； Selene？ We have not seen another human being since we came here。 Is your town nearby？〃 She looked at him thoughtfully； and he stepped back。 Her look made him too aware of how close to her he was。
〃I'm not from this world； my Lord；〃 she said。 〃There are no people here。 Nothing living except the grolm and a few other creatures like them。 I am from Cairhien。 And as to how I came here； I don't know； exactly。 I was out riding； and I stopped to nap； and when I woke； my horse and I were here。 I can only hope； my Lord； that you can save me again； and help me go home。〃
〃Selene； I am not a 。。。 that is； please call me Rand。〃 His ears felt hot again。 Light； it won't hurt anything if she thinks I'm a lord。 Burn me； it won't hurt anything。
〃If you wish it 。。。 Rand。〃 Her smile made his throat tighten。 〃You will help me？〃
〃Of course； I will。〃 Burn me； but she's beautiful。 And looking at me like I'm a hero in a story。 He shook his head to clear it of foolishness。 〃But first we have to find the men we are following。 I'll try to keep you out of danger； but we must find them。 ing with us will be better than staying here alone。〃
For a moment she was silent； her face blank and smooth； Rand had no idea what she was thinking； except that she seemed to be studying him anew。 〃A man of duty；〃 she said finally。 A small smile touched her lips。 〃I like that。 Yes。 Who are these miscreants you follow？〃
〃Darkfriends and Trollocs； my Lady；〃 Hurin burst out。 He made an awkward bow to her from his saddle。 〃They did murder in Fal Dara keep and stole the Horn of Valere； my Lady； but Lord Rand will fetch it back。〃
Rand stared at the sniffer ruefully； Hurin gave a weak grin。 So much for secrecy。 It did not matter here； he supposed； but once back in their world 。。。
〃Selene； you must not say anything of the Horn to anyone。 If it gets out； we'll have a hundred people on our heels trying to get the Horn for themselves。〃
〃No； it would never do；〃 Selene said； 〃for that to fall into the wrong hands。 The Horn of Valere。 I could not tell you how often I've dreamed of touching it； holding it in my hands。 You must promise me； when you have it； you will let me touch it。〃
〃Before I can do that； we have to find it。 We had better be on our way。〃 Rand offered his hand to help her mount； Hurin scrambled down to hold her stirrup。 〃Whatever that thing was I killed … a grolm？ … there may be more of them around。〃 Her hand was firm … there was surprising strength in her grip … and her skin was 。。。 Silk？ Something softer； smoother。 Rand shivered。
〃There always are；〃 Selene said。 The tall white mare frisked and bared her teeth once at Red； yet Selene's touch on the reins quieted her。
Rand slung his bow across his back and climbed onto Red。 Light； how could anyone's skin be so soft？ 〃Hurin； where's the trail？ Hurin？ Hurin！〃
The sniffer gave a start； and left off staring at Selene。 〃Yes； Lord Rand。 Ah。。。 the trail。 South； my Lord。 Still south。〃
〃Then let's ride。〃 Rand gave an uneasy look at the gray…green bulk of the grolm lying in the stream。 It had been better believing they were the only living things in that world。 〃Take the trail； Hurin。〃
Selene rode alongside Rand at first； talking of this and that； asking him questions and calling him lord。 Half a dozen times he started to tell her he was no lord； only a shepherd； and every time； looking at her； he could not get the words out。 A lady like her would not talk the same way with a shepherd； he was sure； even one who had saved her life。
〃You will be a great man when you've found the Horn of Valere；〃 she told him。 〃A man for the legends。 The man who sounds the Horn will make his own legends。〃
〃I don't want to sound it； and I don't want to be part of any legend。〃 He did not know if she was wearing perfume； but there seemed to be a scent to her； something that filled his head with her。 Spices； sharp and sweet； tickling his nose； making him swallow。
〃Every man wants to be great。 You could be the greatest man in all the Ages。〃
It sounded too close to what Moiraine had said。 The Dragon Reborn would certainly stand out through the Ages。 〃Not me；〃 he said fervently。 〃I'm just〃 … he thought of her scorn if he told her now that he was only a shepherd after letting her believe he was a lord； and changed what he had been going to say … 〃just trying to find it。 And to help a friend。〃
She was silent a moment； then said； 〃You've hurt your hand。〃
〃It is nothing。〃 He started to put his injured hand inside his coat … it throbbed from holding the reins … but she reached out and took it。
He was so surprised he let her； and then there was nothing to do except either jerk away rudely or else let her unwrap the kerchief。 Her touch felt cool and sure。 His palm was angrily red and puffy； but the heron still stood out； plainly and clearly。
She touched the brand with a finger； but made no ment on it； not even to ask how he had e by it。 〃This could stiffen your hand if it's untended。 I have an ointment that should help。〃 From a pocket inside her cloak she produced a small stone vial； unstopped it； and began gently rubbing a white salve on the burn as they rode。
The ointment felt cold at first； then seemed to melt away warmly into his flesh。 And it worked as well as Nynaeve's ointments sometimes did。 He stared in amazement as the redness faded and the swelling went down under her stroking fingers。
〃Some men；〃 she said； not raising her eyes from his hand； 〃choose to seek greatness； while others are forced to it。 It is always better to choose than to be forced。 A man who's forced is never pletely his own master。 He must dance on the strings of those who forced him。〃
Rand pulled his hand free。 The brand looked a week old or more； all but healed。 〃What do you mean？〃 he demanded。
She smiled at him； and he felt ashamed of his outburst。 〃Why； the Horn； of course；〃 she said calmly； putting away her salve。 Her mare； stepping along beside Red； was tall enough that her eyes were only a little below Rand's。 〃If you find the Horn of Valere； there will be no avoiding greatness。 But will it