Perrin turned, then stared. “Mat!” he called. “What are you doing here?” “Coming to help!” Mat said. “Against my bloody better judgment!” “You can’t fight Darkhounds, Mat,” Perrin said as Mat rode up beside him. “I can, and so can the Last Hunt.” He cocked his head, then looked toward the sound of the Horn. “No,” Mat said, “I didn’t sound it. That bloody burden has passed to someone who actually seems to enjoy it.”
