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Gawyn stepped back, then ducked backward as another stone caht for these rings, he thought

"You fight with skill", Dee But you still wield your sword, little man"

"What else would I do?"

"Become the sword yourself", Demandred said, as if baffled that Gawyn did not understand

Gawyn growled and ca at Demandred Gaas still faster Deh he didn’t retreat He just stood there, turning aside each blow

Demandred closed his eyes Gawyn smiled, then thrust in Black Lance’s Last Strike

Deasped, pulling to a stop He wobbled and fell to his knees, looking down at a hole in his gut Deh the le fluid ?

"If you do survive this and see Lews Therin", De forward to a ainst sword I have improved since we lastthe back of the blade in the crook between his thu the blood froround

He slid the weapon into his sheath He shook his head, then released a ball of fire toward a still-firing dragon

It fell silent De the river, his Sharan guard forround, stunned, spurting his life onto the burned grass He tried to hold in the blood through treed to push himself up to his knees His heart cried out; he needed to return to Egwene He began to crawl, bloodwith the earth beneath hih eyes clouded with cold perspiration, he spotted several cavalry rass at their feet and tethered to a picket-line After le, an impossible interval of time that left him drained, he pulled himself up on to the back of the first horse he could reach and untether Gawyn hunched over, dazed, grasping its th, he kicked his heel into the anie

"My Lady", Mandevwin said to Faile, "I have known those two men for years! They are not without a few spots in their past No ht provide, they are not Darkfriends!"

Faile ate herwith as much patience as she could muster to Mandevwin’s protests She wished Perrin were here so she could have a good argument She felt as if she would burst from pressure

They were close to Thakan’dar, horribly close The black sky ru creature--dangerous or not--in days Nor had they seen Vanin or Harnan again, though Faile set a double guard each night The ive up

She now carried the Horn in a large bag tied to her waist The others knew it, and moved between pride in their duty and horror at the import of it At least she shared that with the down "Vanin is out there nearby soifted scout, the best in the Band We will not see him unless he wants us to, but I would swear that he is following us Where else would he go? Perhaps if I call out to him, invite him in to tell his story, so we can resolve this"