“The man in the mask again?”
Danny nodded. Somehow, she was sure it was better not to tell Anaiya about him. She could not imagine why, but she was sure. Three times the man whose eyes were fire had been in her dreams each time when she dreamed a dream that convinced her Cassel was in danger. He always wore a mask across his face; sometimes she could see his eyes, and sometimes she could only see fire where they should be. “He laughed at me. It was so . . . contemptuous. As though I were a puppy he was going to have to push out of his way with his foot. It frightens me. He frightens me.”
“Are you sure it has anything to do with the other dreams, with Cassel? Sometimes a dream is just a dream.”
Danny threw up her hands. “And sometimes, Nynaeve, you sound just like Anaiya Sedai!” She put
