Perrin’s group has entered Illian. Moiraine is grumpy because Zarine knows she’s an Aes Sedai and that she’s searching for the Horn of Valere, two things Perrin didn’t bother to even tell her. He’s going to get such a whuppin’ later, by god.

Looking at the size of Illian, Perrin hopes he will continue to not hear the wolves or have any more of those wolf-ass dreams. Zarine continues to be a little mischievous annoyance, and Moiraine, once docking, tells her that it’s time to go. Zarine insists that there’s nothing anyone can do to stop her from being part of the group. Moiraine gets sneery and says “fine, but you will do as I say and not ask any questions and you will eat what we tell you to eat and sleep where I tell you to sleep and if I want to shit in your mouth, I will shit in your mouth”. Zarine gulps, but swears by her Hunter’s oath that she will adhere to Moiraine’s demands. Not the shitting in her mouth part though, that’s where she draws the line.

Good. Good. Moiraine puts Perrin in charge of Zarine, saying that Min foresaw this unpleasantness and, obviously, the prophecies have the two of them entangled. Perrin never wanted this, but Moiraine tut-tuts and says that she will END the two of them if they get in the way any further. Perrin growls, grabs Zarine’s arm, and pulls her up on his horse. They ride away.

And if Perrin and Zarine don’t start boning soon then I’ll eat my 10-gallon cowboy hat.