Rand, come on! Loial's urgent, whispered call drifted through the emptiness to him. We are going to Cairhien. Alar had not mentioned Mat's dagger. ta'maral'ailen (tab-MAHR-ahl-EYE-lehn): In the Old Tongue, Web of Destiny.
Min discovered she was hugging Rand's unconscious form tightly. She walked slowly, as if there were no hope of escape, a cruel smile growing with every step. Hastily, Rand helped him tie the banner to the pole. They must be found.
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