The void leaped up inside him; for the first time, he barely noticed the tainted light of saidin. Despite himself, Domon goggled. I must! I must! Hurin stared at him. He says the Darkfriends on Almoth Plain must be rooted out, and you are - forgive me, Lord Captain - you are to turn back at once and ride toward the heart of the plain.
Rand frowned. He hoped he sounded confident. She lay sprawled weakly across the cantle of her saddle, cheeks wet with tears, sobbing into Bela's mane. An Aes Sedai with long, smooth black hair and aged-ivory skin was coming toward them down the corridor, listening to a woman wearing rough farm clothes and a patched cloak.
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