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If it isn’t for wene," he said suddenly If she’s still alive, if there’s any evil, it’s supposed to coh another arrowslit "What?"

"Egwene" He crossed the room in quick strides and snatched his sword and scabbard free of the bundle Light, it’s supposed to hurt eon with Fain What if he’s loose so his arm She was not as tall as his shoulder, but she held on like iron "Don’t be a worse goatbrained fool than you’ve already been, Rand al’Thor Even if this doesn’t have anything to do with you, the woht, man, this is the women’s apartments There will be Aes Sedai out there in the halls, likely as not Egill be all right She was going to take Mat and Perrin with her Even if she met trouble, they would look after her"

"What if she couldn’t find theo alone, the saerous! Burnfree, he jerked open the door and dashed out Light burn me, it’s supposed to hurt ht of him, in a laborer’s coarse shirt and jerkin with a sword in his hand Even invited, o armed in the women’s apartments unless the keep was under attack Woold, ladies of the keep in silks and laces, wo loudly at the sa children clung to skirts everywhere He plunged through theies to those he shouldered aside, trying to ignore their startled stares

One of the woo back into her roo white teardrop in the nized faces he had seen in the outer courtyard Aes Sedai, staring at hi here?"

"Is the keep under attack? Answer me, ?"

"It’s the young southland lord!"

"So his teeth, but he kept , and tried to move faster

Then a woman came out into the hall, facetoface with hinized that face above the rest; he thought he would remember it if he lived forever The Aht of him, and she started back Another Aes Sedai, the tall woman he had seen with the staff, put herself between hi at hi babble

She knows Light help ht, just let wene’s safe before theyHe heard shouting behind hih tur for the courtyards with swords in hand, never looking at him Over the clamor of alarm bells, he couldon metal He had just ti? Inside Fal Dara? -- when three Trollocs ca around a corner in front of him

Hairy snouts distorted otherwise human faces, and one of the scythelike swords as they sped toward hi men a moment before was eht by surprise, he unsheathed his sword aardly, tried Hu Trollocs in the heart of Fal Dara keep, he did the forust A bearsnouted Trolloc evaded it easily, bu the other two off stride for just an instant

Suddenly there were a dozen Shienarans rushing past him at the Trollocs, men half dressed in finery for the feast, but swords at the ready The bearsnouted Trolloc snarled as it died, and its co steel Shouts and screawene!

Rand turned deeper into the keep, running down halls eain a dead Trolloc lay on the floor Or a deadof corridors, and to his left was the tail end of a fight Six topknottedThe Myrddraal gave its sword an extra twist as it pulled the blade free of the man’s belly, and the soldier screamed as he dropped his sword and fell The Fade htened by the ar plates that covered its chest It turned, and that pale, eyeless face studied Rand It started toward hi It had no need to hurry for one ue stuck to the roof of his mouth The look of the Eyeless is fear That hat they said along the Border His hands shook as he raised his sword He never even thought of assuether Light, what aht!

Abruptly the Myrddraal stopped, its save a start as Ingtar stepped up beside him, dark and stocky in a yellow feastday coat, sword held in both hands Ingtar’s dark eyes never left the Fade’s face; if the Shienaran felt the fear of that gaze, he gave no sign "Try yourself on a Trolloc or two," he said softly, "before you face one of these"

"I was coeon to visit Fain, and--"

"Then go see to her"

Rand sed "We’ll take it together, Ingtar"

"You aren’t ready for this Go see to your girl Go! You want Trollocs to find her unprotected?"

For athere, undecided The Fade had raised its sword, for Ingtar A silent snarl twisted Ingtar’s wene could be alone in the dungeon with Fain, or worse Still he felt asharound He knew a Fade’s look could tar had conquered the dread His stomach still felt knotted

The corridors beneath the keep were silent, and feebly lit by flickering, farspaced laeons, creeping as silently as he could on his toes The grate of his boots on the bare stone seeeons stood cracked open a handbreadth It should ha