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He barely glanced at Moghedien "I thought about those flaht have been you or Where is this? Is this where youup at him, Nynaeve tried not to s So cold, that face "Rand, the Wise Ones say what you’ve done, what you are doing, is dangerous, even evil They say you lose so of yourself if you come here in the flesh, some part of what ?" He brushed past her and stood staring at the colonnade "I used to think Aes Sedai knew everything It doesn’t on Reborn can afford to be"

"Rand, I" She did not knohat to say "Here, let me Heal you at least"

He held still for her to reach up and take his head in her hands For her part, she had to suppress a wince His fresh wounds were not serious, only numerous -- what could have bitten him; she was sure most of these were bites -- but the old wound, that halfhealed, neverhealing wound in his side, that was a sinkhole of darkness, a well filled hat she thought the taint of saidin must be like She channeled the complex flows, Air and Water, Spirit, even Fire and Earth in s He did not roar and flail about He did not even blink He shivered That was all Then he took her wrists and brought her hands down froone, every bite and scrape and bruise, but not the old wound Nothing had changed about that Anything short of death should be capable of being Healed, even that Anything!

"Is he dead?" he asked quietly "Did you see him die?"

"He’s dead, Rand I saw"

He nodded "But there are others still, aren’t there? Other Chosen"

Nynaeve felt a stabbing sliver of fear froo Rahvin is dead, and this place is dangerous for you as you are You o"

He did nothing that she could see or feel -- of course, she could not -- but for a ht the hallway behind him had turned in some way But it did not look any different Except She blinked There was no halfgone colu

He went on as if nothing had happened "Tell Elayne Ask her not to hate me Ask her" Pain twisted his face For a h so ripped away from him She reached out to coain, and bleak "Lan was right Tell Elayne to forgetelse to love, and there’s no roo Lan has found soet him Better never to have been born than to love us" He stepped back again, three long steps, the hall seely with hione

Nynaeve stared at where he had been, and not at the fitfully flickering reappearance of the dae to the colonnade Lan had told hihedien said softly "A very, very dangerous h the bracelet to her Fear was still there, but ht have been the best way to describe it

"I have been helpful, have I not?" Moghedien said "Rahvin dead, Rand al’Thor saved None of it would have been possible without me"

Nynaeve understood now Hope more than expectation Sooner or later Nynaeve would have to wake The a’da to remind her of her aid -- as if it had not had to be wrenched out of her -- just in case Nynaeveherself to kill before she went "It is tihedien’s face did not alter, but fear strengthened and so did hope A large silver cup appeared in Nynaeve’s hand, apparently filled with tea "Drink this"

Moghedien edged back "What --?"

"Not poison I could kill you easily enough without, if that was my ai world, too" Hope er than fear now "It will make you sleep A deep sleep; too deep to touch Tel’aran’rhiod It’s called forkroot"

Moghedien took the cup slowly "So I cannot follow you? I will not argue" She tipped back her head and sed until the cup was empty

Nynaeve watched her That much should put her down quickly Yet a cruel streak hedien should not have any quiet rest at all "You knew Birgitte was not dead" Moghedien’s gaze narrowed slightly "You kneho Faolain is" The other woman’s eyes tried to widen, but she was already drowsy Nynaeve could feel the forkroot’s effects spreading She concentrated on Moghedien, held there in Tel’aran’rhiod No easy sleep for one of the Forsaken "And you kneho Siuan is, that she used to be the Amyrlin Seat I’ve never mentioned that in Tel’aran’rhiod Never I’ll see you very shortly In Salidar"

Moghedien’s eyes rolled up her head Nynaeve was not sure whether it was the forkroot or a faint, but it did not hedien winked out The silver collar rang as it hit the floortiles Elayne would be happy about that, at least

Nynaeve stepped out of the Drea the corridors of the palace There seee than he rereat courtyard at the front of the palace Blasts of Air knocked the tall gates half off their hinges Beyond lay a huge oval plaza, and what he had been searching for Trollocs and Myrddraal Rahvin was dead, and the other Forsaken were elsewhere, but there were Trollocs and Myrddraal to kill in Caehe could not see through their blackmailed numbers, as tall as a Myrddraal on its horse Just barely he couldround to face the palace as the gates were hurled asunder

Yet Rand stopped dead Balls of fire rolled through the packed black Trollocs lay everywhere It could not be

Not daring to hope or think, he channeled Shafts of balefire leaped from his hands as fast as he could weave theer, precise and cut off as soon as they struck They, were ainst Rahvin at the end, than any he had used against Rahvin, but he could not risk one slicing through to those trapped in the center of all those Trollocs It made little difference The firststruck Myrddraal seemed to reverse colors, beco motes that vanished as its horse fled madly Trollocs, Myrddraal, every one that turned toward hi into the backs of those still facing the other way, so a continuous haze of sparkling dust seemed to fill the air,