We’re back to Perrin. He and his company are traveling along a road. Moiraine is on the move, going almost too fast to be caught up consistently. They’re traveling so much every day that Loial can’t believe Perrin is having a hard time sleeping after each long day, but he is. He is, and shut up about it. It’s not like he’s trying to stay up all night, you insensitive Goat Man Thing.

Evidence of Rand is ubiquitous. His dead horse lies on the road. A town completely burned to the ground. The condoms he jerked off into. A town with all the wells run dry. But then some good things, like a town with a dead spring that started flowing again. Or a town where a Mayor found a ton of gold buried underground. Perrin wonders why it’s happening, like there’s chaos in the Pattern. Moiraine reiterates, probably for the thousandth time, that the Pattern is what it is, and that the Pattern is woven out of good (Creator) and evil (Dark One). Perrin is tired of this shit all the same.

The group arrives at Remen, a town that stinks to Perrin as much as Jarra did. A man in a cage is sitting in the middle of the town square, and Perrin thinks he looks familiar. Turns out he’s an Aielman, lookin’ all like Rand sorta with the auburn hair and the gray eyeballs.

The inn is full of well-dressed people. The innkeeper is a fat guy (aren’t they all?) named Furlan greets them and recognizes Loial as an Ogier, much to Loial’s delight. When asked about the man in the cage, Furlan presents an injured man named Lord Orban who, along with a Lord Gann, fought twenty Aielmen with only twelve of their own and killed all but the one in the cage. Lan doesn’t believe them. Orban says “‘fraid so” and further explains that the Whitecloaks are chasing down any Aielmen who escaped alive. But since Whitecloaks are completely useless, they will fail.

Furlan takes them up to their rooms, and Perrin notices a woman in the lobby who has been staring at him. Young, tall, black hair, maybe pretty or maybe ugly! She sounds like she’s dressed like Morticia Addams. Perrin is unnerved.

Perrin sounds like dead weight. Ditch this waste of space, he complains too much.