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"The world rides on my shoulders," he murmured Suddenly he yelped and clapped a hand to his left buttock It felt as though a needle had stabbed hi on his arrowled at Aviendha

"Just to see whether the Lord Dragon was still made of flesh like the rest of us mortals"

"I am," he said flatly, and seized saidin -- all the sweetness; all the filth -- just, long enough to channel briefly

Her eyes widened, but she did not flinch, only looked at hi had occurred at all Still, as they crossed the anterooht he was looking the other way It seeht I’d taught her a fewopen the door, he stepped out and stood staring Mat was leaning on his odd spear with that broadbrimmed hat pulled low, a little apart from Asmodean, but that was not took hi rong when As around in amazement, as if she expected to find them behind one of the tapestries

"Melindhra tried to killabout Maidens "Oneto kick ger with the golden bees His conclusions He closed his eyes when he told how he had ended it -- a siain quickly as if he saw so behind his eyelids he did not care to see

"I’ave a bleak shrug

"Better her than me I suppose She was a Darkfriend" He did not sound as if it made much difference

"I will settle Sammael Just as soon as I’m ready"

"And how many will that leave?"

"The Forsaken are not here," Aviendha snapped "And neither are the Maidens of the Spear Where are they? What have you done, Rand al’Thor?"

"Me? There were twenty right here when I caht, and I haven’t seen one since"