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Staring at the door, he tried to s and could not He opened his as in there and in trouble, shouting would only hoever was endangering her Or whatever Taking a deep breath, he set himself

In one motion he pushed the door wide open with the scabbard in his left hand and threw hi his shoulder under to roll through the straw covering the floor and coet a clear picture of the rooht attack hiwene There was no one there

His eyes fell on the table, and he stopped dead, breath and even thought freezing On either side of the stillburning lauards in two pools of blood Their eyes stared at hiaped in a last screaed and doubled over; his stoain as he voed to pull hi his mouth with his sleeve; his throat felt scraped raw

Slowly he became aware of the rest of the roo his hasty search for an attacker Bloody luh the straw There was nothing he could recognize as human except the two heads Some of the pieces looked chewed So that’s what happened to the rest of their bodies He was surprised at the calhts, al It was the shock, he knew vaguely

He did not recognize either of the heads; the guards had been changed since he was there earlier He was glad for that Knoho they were, even Changu, would have made it worse Blood covered the walls, too, but in scrawled letters, single words and whole sentences splashed on every which way Soe he did not know, though he recognized Trolloc script Others he could read, and wished he could not Blaspheh to wene" Calh his belt, he snatched the la when the heads toppled over "Egwene! Where are you?"

He started toward the inner door, took two steps, and stopped, staring The words on the door, dark and glistening wetly in the light of his lah

WE WILL MEET AGAIN ON TOMAN HEAD

IT IS NEVER OVER, AL’THOR

His sword dropped fro his eyes off the door, he bent to pick it up Instead he grabbed a handful of straw and began scrubbing furiously at the words on the door Panting, he scrubbed until it was all one bloody smear, but he could not stop

"What do you do?"

At the sharp voice behind hi to seize his sword

A woe Her hair was like pale gold, in a dozen or more braids, but her eyes were dark, and sharp on his face She looked not much older than he, and pretty in a sulky way, but there was a tightness to her mouth he did not like Then he saw the shawl she had wrapped tightly around her, with its long, red fringe

Aes Sedai And Light help me, she’s Red Ajah "II was justIt’s filthy stuff Vile"