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It ca for Rahvin, that he had not heard the voice crying over Ilyena since he channeled balefire Perhaps he had somehow chased Lews Therin out of his head

Good He stopped at the edge of one of the palace gardens The roses and whitestar bushes looked as drought bedraggled as they would have in the real palace On so above the rooftops, the White Lion banner rippled, but which spire could change in the blink of an eye Good, if I don’t have to share my head with --

He felt odd Insubstantial He raised his arh coatsleeve and arlanced down, he could see the walk’s paving stones through hian to coalesce A tall, darkeyed man with a worrycreased face and more white in his hair than brown I am Lews Ther--

I am Rand al’Thor, Rand broke in He did not knoas happening, but the faint Dragon was beginning to fade froan to look darker, the fingers on his hand longer I am ht to picture hie of what he saw in the , what he saw in a standht He had never really looked at hies waxed and waned, the older darkeyed er irew on twined around it and the heron branded into his palm There had been times he hated those marks, but now, even enclosed within the erinned to see them

Why had Lews Therin tried to take him over? To make him into Lews Therin He was sure that ho that darkeyedface had been Why now? Because he could in this place, whatever it was? Wait It had been Lews Therin who shouted that adamant "no" Not an attack by Lews Therin By Rahvin, and not using the Power If the man had been able to do this back in Caemlyn, the real Caeained here And if Rahvin had gained it, perhaps he had too The iht hi a span high, and iy Obediently, it , but as soon as the picture in his , the rosebush was suddenly back, just as it had been

Rand nodded coldly It had limits, then There were always limits and rules, and he did not know theht hiht himself, and saidin was still in him, all the sweetness of life, all the corruption of death Rahvin had to have seen hi to affect it, or know exactly where it was in relation to you down to a hair Perhaps it was different here, but he did not think so He alht know this place and its rules

Balconies and s overlooked the garden, in soh Rahvin had tried to unh the angreal Lightnings flashed fro at every , every balcony Thunder filled the garden, erupting chunks of stone The air itself crackled, and the hair on his arms and chest tried to stand under his shirt Even the hair on his head began to lift He let the lightnings die Here and there bits of shattered stoneframe and balcony broke loose, the crash of their fallin his ears

Gaping holes peered dohere s had They looked like sockets in some monstrous skull, the ruined balconies like a dozen splintered mouths If Rahvin had been at any of them, he was surely dead Rand would not believe it until he saw the corpse He wanted to see Rahvin dead

Wearing a snarl he did not knoas there, he stalked back into the palace He had wanted to see Rahvin die

Nynaeve hurled herself flat and scrah the nearest wall Moghedien slithered as fast as she, but if the woman had not, she would have hauled her by the a’dam Had that been Rand, or Rahvin? She had seen bars of white fire, liquid light, like that in Tanchico, and she had no wish to be anywhere near one again She did not knohat it was, and she did not want to knoant to Heal, burn both of these fool men, not learn a fancy way to kill!

She levered herself up to a crouch, peered back the way they had coash through both walls, as neat as any stoneworker could have done, and bits of tapestry lying on the floor No sign of either limpse of either so far Only their handiwork So that she could draw on Moghedien’s anger, filter it out of the terror clawing to escape and let it seep into her Her oas a pitiful thing that would scarcely have allowed her to sense the True Source, much less channel the flow of Spirit that kept her in Tel’aran’rhiod

Moghedien was hunched over on her knees, dry retching Nynaeve’s htened The woain Her cooperation had faded quickly when they discovered Rand and Rahvin actually here in Tel’aran’rhiod Well, trying to unfasten that collar when it was around your neck was its own punish left in her stoht at Nynaeve’s skirt "I tell you, we hedien’s clawing terror mirrored itself on her face "They are here in the flesh The flesh!"

"Be quiet," Nynaeve said absently "Unless you’ve lied to e Forin the World of Dreams physically limited your control of the Drea a bit of the knowledge slip She had admitted, too, that Rahvin did not know Tel’aran’rhiod as well as she Nynaeve hoped that meant he did not know it as well as she did That he knew more than Rand, she did not doubt That woolheadedafter Rahvin, he should never have let the man lead hihts could kill

"Why will you not understand what I tell you? Even if they had only dreaer than we Here in the flesh, they could crush us without blinking In the flesh they can draw saidin more deeply than we can dr