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Ogier, he realized, blinking Those aren’t Trollocs They’re Ogier Trollocs wouldn’t carry torches as these beings did

"Glory to the Builders!" Lan called up to them "So you were part of the army Cauthon sent to attack the Sharans’ flank Where is he? I would have words with hih "You are not the only one, Dai Shan! Cauthonnuts in the underbrush One one I am to tell you that we ht flashed frohts The Aes Sedai and Sharans fought there Cauthon was trying to box the Shadow’s forces in Arganda shoved aside his pain, trying to think

What of Deanda could now see another swath of destruction launched froh defenders across the river The pike for hundreds

"Sharan channelers in the distance on one side", Arganda ht! I didn’t realize how many Trollocs there were They’re endless’’ He could see the Elayne’s troops; blasts of the One Power showed thousands of them in the distance below "We’re finished, aren’t we?"

Lan’s face reflected torchlight Eyes like slate, a face of granite He did not correct Arganda

"What e do?" Arganda said "To winLight, to e’d need to break these Sharans, rescue the pikemen--they will soon be surrounded by the Trollocs--and each man of ours would need to kill at least five of those beasts! That’s not even counting Demandred"

No reply from Lan

"We’re dooanda said

"If so", Lan said, "we stand atop the high ground, and we fight until we die, Ghealdanin You surrender when you’re dead Many a iven less"

The threads of possibility resisted Rand as he wove theined He did not knohat that hly unlikely This thing he did, using threads to shohat could be, wasto worlds that had been before, worlds that could be again Mirrors of the reality he lived in

He didn’t create these worlds He merelymanifested them He forced the threads to open the reality he demanded, and finally they obeyed One last ti beca

He stepped into a world that did not know the Dark One

He chose Caemlyn as a point of entry Perhaps because the Dark One had used the place in his last creation, and Rand wanted to prove to himself that the terrible vision was not inevitable He needed to see the city again, but untainted

He walked on the road before the palace, taking a deep breath The butterchain trees were in blooardens and hanging over the courtyard walls Children played in the the petals into the air

Not a cloudhis ar branches into the deep waruards stood at the way into the palace, only a kindly servant who answered questions for soolden petals as he approached the entrance A child ca at her

She stepped up, reaching to touch the sword at Rand’s waist The child see up ide eyes