The dim yellow light flickered, making faint shadows dance on patched canvas walls that were a far cry from the grandeur of the Amyrlin's study in the White Tower, but that did not upset her. Men were down, Younglings and Aielmen, some groaning, some still, and the rest of the Aiel streaming away to the east, harried by two dozen Younglings, including some who should know better. Darin, his eldest son, was one of the Stone Dogs waiting as a rear guard. The part of her that was her would be separated; she would still see with her eyes and hear with her ears, taste what crossed he
Neither did Rand, for all they had fought on his side yesterday, and despite what had happened at the end. And the Hand will have Morgase when your need for her is done. For some reason, he seemed amused. Yes, I can do that much, at least.
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