Are you mad? Now that she had stirred life in the other woman, Moiraine returned to outward calm, herself. I left Eamon Valda in charge, but he seemed intent on following the Daughter-Heir to Tar Valon. The only way I could help you would be if I channeled the Power, and that would be no help at all if I brought those down on you. His nose wrinkled.
The void held Rand. Rand rubbed absently at the brand on his palm. At last, a lightning bolt hurled Rand from the Palace wall, broken, bleeding, and burned, and as his last breath rattled in his throat, he heard a voice whisper, I have won again, Lews Therin. There'll be no bowing.
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