Women lay sprawled everywhere。 Elayne was one； half on her back against the wall； eyes closed。 Vanin crouched on his knees； blood streaming from nose and ears； feebly trying to pull himself up against the wall。 The last woman on her feet； Janira； fled toward Mat as soon as she saw him。 He had thought of her as a hawk； with her hooked beak of a nose and sharp cheekbones； but her face was pure terror now； those dark eyes wide and stark。
〃Help me！〃 she screamed at him； and a man caught her from behind。 He was an ordinary…looking fellow； maybe a little older than Mat； of the same height and slender in a plain gray coat。 Smiling； he took Janira's head between his hands and twisted sharply。 The sound of her neck breaking was like a dry branch snapping。 He let her drop in a boneless heap and gazed down at her。 For a moment； his smile looked。。。 rapturous。
By the light of a pair of lanterns； a small knot of men just beyond Vanin were prying open a door to the squeal of rusted hinges； but Mat hardly noticed。 His eyes went from Janira's crumpled corpse to Elayne。 He had promised to keep her safe for Rand。 He had promised。 With a cry； he launched himself at the killer； ashandarei extended。
Mat had seen Myrddraal move； but this fellow was quicker； hard as that was to believe。 He just seemed to flow from in front of the spear； and seizing the haft； he pivoted； flinging Mat past him five paces down the hall。
Breath left when he hit the floor in a small cloud of dust。 So did the ashandarei。 Straggling for air； he pushed himself up； foxhead dangling from his open shirt。 Dragging a knife from under his coat； he flung himself at the man again just as Nalesean appeared at the head of the stairs； sword in hand。 Now they had him； however quick he。。。
The man made a Myrddraal seem stiff。 He slid around Nalesean's thrust as though there was not a bone in his body； right hand shooting out to seize Nalesean's throat。 His hand came away with a liquid； ripping sound。 Blood fountained past Nalesean's beard。 His sword dropped； ringing on the dusty stone floor； and he clutched both hands to his ruined neck； red running through his fingers as he fell。
Mat crashed into the killer's back； and they all three hit the floor together。 He had no punctions against stabbing a man in the back when it was necessary； especially a man who could tear somebody's throat out。 He should have let Nalesean stay in bed。 The thought came sadly as he drove the blade home hard； then a second time； a third。
The man twisted in his grip。 It should not have been possible； but somehow the fellow rolled over beneath him； pulling the knife hilt out of his hand。 Nalesean's staring eyes and bloody throat were a reminder right before his eyes。 Desperately he grabbed the man's wrists； one hand slipping a little in the blood that ran down the fellow's hand。
The man smiled at him。 With a knife sticking out of his side； he smiled！ 〃He wants you dead as much as he wants her；〃 he said softly。 And as if Mat was not holding him at all； his hands moved toward Mat's head； driving Mat's arms back。
Mat pushed frantically； threw all of his weight against the fellow's arms to no avail。 Light； he might as well have been a child fighting a grown man。 The fellow was making a game of it； taking his bloody time。 Hands touched his head。 Where was his flaming luck？ He gave a heave with what seemed his last strength … and the medallion fell against the man's cheek。 The man screamed。 Smoke rose around the edges of the foxhead； and a sizzle like bacon frying。 Convulsively； he hurled Mat away with hands and feet both。 This time； Mat flew ten paces and slid。
When he scrambled to his feet； half…dazed； the man was already up； hands trembling at his face。 A raw red brand marked where the foxhead had fallen。 Gingerly； Mat fingered the medallion。 It was cool。 Not the cool of someone channeling nearby … maybe they were still at it below； but that was too far off … just the cool of silver。 He had no notion what this fellow was； except that he certainly was not human； but between that burn and three stab wounds； with the knife hilt still jutting out beneath his arm； he had to be slowed enough for Mat to get past him to the stairs。 Avenging Elayne was all very well； and Nalesean too； but it was not going to happen today； apparently； and there was no call to supply a reason for avenging Mat Cauthon。
Jerking the knife out of his side； the man hurled it at him。 Mat snagged it out of the air without thinking。 Thom had taught him to juggle； and Thom said he had the quickest hands he had ever seen。 Ripping the knife around so he held it properly； pointed slanted up； he noticed the gleaming blade； and his heart sank。 No blood。 There should have been at least a smear of red； but the steel shone； bright and clean。 Maybe even three stab wounds were not going to slow this … whatever he was。
He risked a glance over his shoulder。 The other men were streaming out of that door they had pried open； the door those footprints had led him to yesterday； but their arms seemed full of rubbish； small half…rotted chests； a cask with cloth…wrapped objects bulging through missing staves； even a broken chair and a cracked mirror。 They must have had orders to take everything。 Paying no attention whatever to Mat； they hurried toward the far end of the hall and vanished around a corner。 There had to be another set of stairs back there。 Maybe he could follow them down at a distance。 Maybe。。。 Just before the doorway they had e out of； Vanin made another effort to stand； and fell back。 Mat bit back a curse。 Lugging Vanin was going to slow him； but if his luck was in。。。 It had not saved Elayne； but maybe。。。 From the corner of his eye； he saw her move； lifting a hand to her head。
The man in the gray coat saw it； too。 With a smile； he turned toward her。
Sighing； Mat tucked the useless knife into its scabbard。 〃You can't have her；〃 he said loudly。 Promises。 One jerk broke the leather cord around his neck； the silver foxhead dangled a foot below his fist。 It made a low hum as he whirled it in a double loop。 〃You can't bloody have her。〃 He started forward； keeping the medallion spinning。 The first step was the hardest； but he had a promise to keep。
The fellow's smile faded。 Watching the flashing foxhead warily； he backed away on his toes。 The same light that glittered on the whirling silver； from the single window； made a halo around him。 If Mat could drive him that far； maybe he could see whether a six…story drop would do what a knife could not。
Brand livid on his face； the fellow backed away； sometimes half…reaching as if to try grabbing past the medallion。 And suddenly； he darted to one side； into one of the rooms。 This one had a door that he pulled shut behind him。 Mat heard the bar drop。
Maybe he should have left it there； but without thinking； he raised a foot and slammed the heel of his boot against the center of the door。 Dust leaped off the rough wood。 A second kick； and rotten bar…catches gave way； along with a rusted hinge。 The door fell in； hanging at a slanted angle。
The room was not entirely dark。 A little light reached it from the window at the end of the hall； just one door away； and a broken triangle of mirror leaning against the far wall spread a faint illumination。 That mirror let him see everything without going in。 Aside from that and a piece of a chair； there was nothing else to see。 The only openings were the doorway and a rathole beside the mirror； but the man in the gray coat was gone。
〃Mat；〃 Elayne called faintly。 He hurried away from the room as much as toward her。 There was shouting somewhere below； but Nynaeve and the rest would have to take care of themselves for the moment。
Elayne was sitting up； working her jaw and wincing； when he knelt beside her。 Dust covered her dress； her hat hung askew； some of the plumes broken； and her red…gold hair looked as if she had been dragged by it。 〃He hit me so hard；〃 she said painfully。 〃I don't think anything is broken； but。。。 〃 Her eyes latched on to his； and if he had ever thought she looked at him as if he were a stranger； he saw it for true now。 〃I saw what y