The trumpets called again, sounding fainter here inside the keep. For a few moments, Rand and the others stood facing the three Aiel women uneasily. Clawing his belt knife from its sheath, he threw himself over the table to help his father, and screamed again as the first sword ran through his chest. We can't be too far from Falme, now.
The Dark One should be the least of his worries after that. Behind her, lightning lanced the mouth of the alley. It is, my Lord Rand. Neither shall anything stand nor abide .
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