Mat snorted. “I could tell you about Children of the Light,” he said with a wry look at Rand.
Thom ignored him. “If only one of you had had this dream ...” He tugged at his mustache furiously. “Tell me everything you remember about it. Every detail.” He kept up his wary watch while he listened.
“... He named the men he said had been used,” Rand said finally. He thought he had told everything else. “Guaire Amalasan. Raolin Darksbane.”
“Davian,” Mat added before he could go on. “ And Yurian Stonebow.”
“And Logain,” Rand finished.
“Dangerous names,” Thom muttered. His eyes seemed to drill at them even more intently than before. “Nearly as dangerous as that other, one way and another. All dead, now, except for Logain. Some long dead. Raolin Darksbane nearly two thousand years. But dangerous just the same. Best you don't say them aloud even when you're alone. Most people wouldn't recognize a one of them, but if the wrong person overhears ...”
“But who were they?” Rand said.
“Men,” Thom murmured. “Men who shook the pillars of heaven and rocked the world on its foundations.” He shook his head. “It doesn't matter. Forget about them. They are dust now.”
“Did the ... were they used, like he said?” Mat asked. “And killed?”
“You might say the White Tower killed them. You might say that.” Thom's mouth tightened momentarily, then he shook his head again. “But used ... ? No. I cannot see that. The Light knows the Amyrlin Seat has enough plots going, but I can't see that.”
Mat shivered. “He said so many things. Crazy things. All that about Lews Therin Kinslayer, and Artur Hawkwing. And the Eye of the World. What in the Light is that supposed to be?”
“A legend,” the gleeman said slowly. “Maybe. As big a legend as the Horn of Valere, at least in the Borderlands. Up there, young men go hunting the Eye of the World the way young men from Illian hunt the Horn. Maybe a legend.”
“What do we do, Thom?” Rand said. “Do we tell her? I don't want any more dreams like that. Maybe she could do something.”
“Maybe we wouldn't like what she did,” Mat growled.
Thom studied them, considering and stroking his mustache with a knuckle. “I say hold your peace,” he said finally. “Don't tell anyone, for the time, at least. You can always change your mind, if you have to, but once you tell, it's done, and you're tied up worse than ever with ... with her. ”Suddenly he straightened, his stoop almost disappearing. "The other lad! You say he had the same dream? Does he have sense enough to keep his mouth shut?'
“I think so,” Rand said at the same time that Mat said, “We were going back to the inn to warn him.”
“The Light send we're not too late!” Cloak flapping around his ankles, patches fluttering in the wind, Thom strode out of the alley, looking back over his shoulder without stopping. “Well? Are your feet pegged to the ground?”
Rand and Mat hurried after him, but he did not wait for them to catch up. This time he did not pause for people who looked at his cloak, or those who hailed him as a gleeman, either. He clove through the crowded streets as if they were empty, Rand and Mat half running to follow in his wake. In much less time than Rand expected they were hurrying up to the Stag and Lion.
As they started in, Perrin came speeding out, trying to throw his cloak around his shoulders as he ran. He nearly fell in his effort not to carom into them. “I was coming looking for you two,” he panted when he had caught his balance.
Rand grabbed him by the arm. “Did you tell anyone about the dream?”
“Say that you didn't,” Mat demanded.
“It's very important,” Thom said.
Perrin looked at them in confusion. “No, I haven't. I didn't even get out of bed until less than an hour ago.” His shoulders slumped. “I've given myself a headache trying not to think about it, much less talk about it. Why did you tell him?” He nodded at the gleeman.
“We had to talk to somebody or go crazy,” Rand said.
“I will explain later,” Thom added with a significant look at the people passing in and out of the Stag and Lion.
“All right,” Perrin replied slowly, still looking confused. Suddenly he slapped his head. “You almost made me forget why I was looking for you, not that I don't wish I could. Nynaeve is inside.”
“Blood and ashes!” Mat yelped. “How did she get here? Moirane... The ferry...”
Perrin snorted. “You think a little thing like a sunken ferry could stop her? She rooted Hightower out — I don't know how he got back over the river, but she said he was hiding in his bedroom and didn't want to go near the river — anyway, she bullied him into finding a boat big enough for her and her horse and rowing her across. Himself. She only gave him time to find one of his haulers to work another set of oars.”
“Light!” Mat breathed.
“What is she doing here?” Rand wanted to know. Mat and Perrin both gave him a scornful look.