Ten thousand woven throughout the Ages tie you like a sheep for slaughter. The still-damp balcony around the Novices' Court was empty, the long row of doors to novices' rooms all shut. Light, why did he say that? Don't be a fool, he told himself. Rand climbed to Red's saddle with a grimace.
You take fright at trifles. I would not be without Tomas, as you would not lose Alric. Shouts drifted from the village. A mask the color of dried blood covered Ba'alzamon's face, but Rand could see the flames of his eyes through the eyeslits; he could hear the roaring fires of Ba'alzamon's mouth.
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