Remembering his voice when he swore his oath to the Amyrlin Seat, Rand would not have been surprised. There seemed to be some question whether it would be preferable to see the false Dragon die, or the Tarens. He knew too little about the invaders, the strangers. When he saw the village ahead, lights already twinkled in a few windows against the coming of night.
What is it? Where is it? How are the girls chosen to go? Urien's face went flat, his eyes hooded. Even summer nights were cool in the Borderlands. The Horn of Valere, made to call dead heroes back from the grave. Nynaeve, I - Nynaeve turned to look down at her.
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