a quick look at his father -- the men had their heads together still, all three talking at once -- then lowered his own voice. "I promised to unload the cider. I can meet you later, though." Mat rolled his eyes skyward. "Toting barrels! Burn me, I'd rather play stones with my baby sister. Well, I know of better things than a badger. We have strangers in the Two Rivers. Last evening -- " For an instant Rand stopped breathing. "A man on horse-back?" he asked intently. "A man in a black cloak, on a black horse? And his cloak doesn't move in the wind?" Mat swallowed his grin, and his voice dropped to an even hoarser whisper. "You saw him, too? I thought I was the only one. Don't laugh, Rand, but he scared me." "I'm not laughing. He scared me, too. I could swear he hated me, that he wanted to kill me." Rand shivered. Until that day he had ever thought of anyone wanting to kill him, really wanting to kill him. That sort of thing just did not happen in the Two Rivers. A fistfight, maybe, or a wrestling match, but not killing. "I don't know about hating, Rand, but he was scary enough anyway. All he did was sit on his horse looking at me, just outside the village, but I've never been so frightened in my life. Well, I looked away, just for a moment -- it wasn't easy, mind you -- then when