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After a minute Rand nodded reluctantly。 〃You're right。 I know it。 I'm sorry； I didn't mean to snap at you。 It's only that I'm hungry and my feet hurt。 〃
〃Mine； too。〃 They started down the road again； walking even more wearily than before。 The wind gusted up； blowing dust in their faces。 〃Mine； too。〃 Mat coughed。
Farms did provide some meals and a few nights out of the cold。 A haystack was nearly as warm as a room with a fire； at least pared to lying under the bushes； and a haystack； even one without a tarp over it； kept all but the heaviest rain off； if you dug yourself in deeply enough。 Sometimes Mat tried his hand at stealing eggs； and once he attempted to milk a cow left unattended； staked out on a long rope to crop in a field。 Most farms had dogs； though； and farm dogs were watchful。 A two…mile run with baying hounds at their heels was too high a price for two or three eggs as Rand saw it； especially when the dogs sometimes took hours to go away and let them down out of the tree where they had taken shelter。 The hours were what he regretted。
He did not really like doing it； but Rand preferred to approach a farmhouse openly in broad daylight。 Now and again they had the dogs set on them anyway； without a word being said； for the rumors and the times made everyone who lived apart from other people nervous about strangers； but often an hour or so chopping wood or hauling water would earn a meal and a bed； even if the bed was a pile of straw in the barn。 But an hour or two doing chores was an hour or two of daylight when they were standing still； an hour or two for the Myrddraal to catch up。 Sometimes he wondered how many miles a Fade could cover in an hour。 He begrudged every minute of it … though admittedly not so much when he was wolfing down a goodwife's hot soup。 And when they had no food； knowing they had spent every possible minute moving toward Caemlyn did not do much to soothe an empty belly。 Rand could not make up his mind if it was worse to lose time or go hungry； but Mat went beyond worrying about his belly or pursuit。
〃What do we know about them； anyway？〃 Mat demanded one afternoon while they were mucking out stalls on a small farm。
〃Light； Mat； what do they know about us？〃 Rand sneezed。 They were working stripped to the waist； and sweat and straw covered them both liberally； and motes of straw…dust hung in the air。 〃What I know is they'll give us some roast lamb and a real bed to sleep in。〃
Mat dug his hayfork into the straw and manure and gave a sidelong frown at the farmer； ing from the back of the barn with a bucket in one hand and his milking stool in the other。 A stooped old man with skin like leather and thin； gray hair； the farmer slowed when he saw Mat looking at him； then looked away quickly and hurried on out of the barn； slopping milk over the rim of the bucket in his haste。
〃He's up to something； I tell you；〃 Mat said。 〃See the way he wouldn't meet my eye？ Why are they so friendly to a couple of wanderers they never laid eyes on before？ Tell me that。〃
〃His wife says we remind her of their grandsons。 Will you stop worrying about them？ What we have to worry about is behind us。 I hope。〃
〃He's up to something；〃 Mat muttered。
When they finished； they washed up at the trough in front of the barn； their shadows stretching long with the sinking sun。 Rand toweled off with his shirt as they walked to the farmhouse。 The farmer met them at the door； he leaned on a quarterstaff in a too…casual manner。 Behind him his wife clutched her apron and peered past his shoulder； chewing her lip。 Rand sighed； he did not think he and Mat reminded them of their grandsons any longer。
〃Our sons are ing to visit tonight；〃 the old man said。 〃All four of them。 I forgot。 They're all four ing。 Big lads。 Strong。 Be here any time； now。 I'm afraid we don't have the bed we promised you。〃
His wife thrust a small bundle wrapped in a napkin past him。 〃Here。 It's bread； and cheese； and pickles； and lamb。 Enough for two meals； maybe。 Here。〃 Her wrinkled face asked them to please take it and go。
Rand took the bundle。 〃Thank you。 I understand。 e on； Mat。〃
Mat followed him； grumbling while he pulled his shirt over his head。 Rand thought it best to cover as many miles as they could before stopping to eat。 The old farmer had a dog。
It could have been worse； he thought。 Three days earlier； while they were still working； they'd had the dogs set on them。 The dogs； and the farmer； and his two sons waving cudgels chased them out to the Caemlyn Road and half a mile down it before giving up。 They had barely had time to snatch up their belongings and run。 The farmer had carried a bow with a broad…head arrow nocked。
〃Don't e back； hear！〃 he had shouted after them。 〃I don't know what you're up to； but don't let me see your shifty eyes again！〃
Mat had started to turn back； fumbling at his quiver； but Rand pulled him on。 〃Are you crazy？〃 Mat gave him a sullen look； but at least he kept running。
Rand sometimes wondered if it was worthwhile stopping at farms。 The further they went； the more suspicious of strangers Mat became； and the less he was able to hide it。 Or bothered to。 The meals got skimpier for the same work； and sometimes not even the barn was offered as a place to sleep。 But then a solution to all their problems came to Rand； or so it seemed； and it came at Grinwell's farm。
Master Grinwell and his wife had nine children； the eldest a daughter not more than a year younger than Rand and Mat。 Master Grinwell was a sturdy man； and with his children he probably had no need of any more help； but he looked them up and down； taking in their travel…stained clothes and dusty boots； and allowed as how he could always find work for more hands。 Mistress Grinwell said that if they were going to eat at her table； they would not do it in those filthy things。 She was about to do laundry； and some of her husband's old clothes would fit them well enough for working。 She smiled when she said it； and for a minute she looked to Rand just like Mistress al'Vere； though her hair was yellow； he had never seen hair that color before。 Even Mat seemed to lose some of his tension when her smile touched him。 The eldest daughter was another matter。
Dark…haired； big…eyed； and pretty； Else grinned impudently at them whenever her parents were not looking。 While they worked； moving barrels and sacks of grain in the barn； she hung over a stall door； humming to herself and chewing the end of one long pigtail； watching them。 Rand she watched especially。 He tried to ignore her； but after a few minutes he put on the shirt Master Grinwell had loaned him。 It was tight across the shoulders and too short； but it was better than nothing。 Else laughed out loud when he tugged it on。 He began to think that this time it would not be Mat's fault when they were chased off。
Perrin would know how to handle this； he thought。 He'd make some offhand ment； and pretty soon she'd be laughing at his jokes instead of mooning around where her father can see。 Only he could not think of any offhand ment； or any jokes； either。 Whenever he looked in her direction； she smiled at him in a way that would have her father loosing the dogs on them if he saw。 Once she told him she liked tall men。 All the boys on the farms around there were short。 Mat gave a nasty snicker。 Wishing he could think of a joke； Rand tried to concentrate on his hayfork。
The younger children； at least； were a blessing in Rand's eyes。 Mat's wariness always eased a little when there were children around。 After supper they all settled in front of the fireplace； with Master Grinwell in his favorite chair thumbing his pipe full of tabac and Mistress Grinwell fussing with her sewing box and the shirts she had washed for him and Mat。 Mat dug out Thom's colored balls and began to juggle。 He never did that unless there were children。 The children laughed when he pretended to be dropping the balls； snatching them at the last minute； and they clapped for fountains and figure…eights and a six…ball circle that he really did almost drop。 But they took it in good part； Master Grinwell and