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t feel？ Rand hoped they were not all ing down with his new sickness。
Nalaam's gateway opened； and vanished behind him and his prisoner。 Rand let himself really feel saidin。 Life and corruption mingled； ice to make winter's heart seem warm； and fire to make a forge's flames cold； death； waiting for him to slip。 Wanting him to slip。 It did not feel any different。 Did it？ He scowled at where Nalaam had disappeared。 Nalaam and the woman。
She was the fourth sul'dam taken this afternoon。 That made twenty…three sul'dam prisoners with the carts。 And two damane； each still in her silvery leash and collar； carried on separate carts； in those collars； they could not walk three steps before being more violently sick than Rand did seizing the Source。 He was not sure the sisters with Mat would be pleased to receive them after all。 The first damane； three days before； he had not thought of as a prisoner。 A slender woman with pale yellow hair and big blue eyes； she was a Seanchan captive to be freed。 He thought。 But when he forced a sul'dam to remove the woman's collar； her a'dam； she screamed for the sul'dam to help her and immediately began lashing out with the Power。 She had even offered her neck for the sul'dam to replace the thing！ Nine Defenders and a Soldier died before she could be shielded。 Gedwyn would have killed her on the spot had Rand not stopped it。 The Defenders； nearly as unfortable around women who could channel as others were around men who could … the Defenders still wanted her dead。 They had taken casualties in the fighting these past days； but having men killed by a prisoner seemed to offend them。
There had been more casualties than Rand had expected。 Thirty…one Defenders dead； and forty…six panions。 More than two hundred among the Legionmen and the noble's armsmen。 Seven Soldiers and a Dedicated； men Rand had never met before they answered his summons to Illian。 Too many； considering that all except the gravest injury could be Healed； if a man could only hang on until there was time。 But he was driving the Seanchan west。 Driving them hard。
More shouting rose somewhere far off down in the valley。 Fire blossomed a good three miles to the west； and lightning struck； toppling trees。 Trees and stone erupted from a mountainside farther on； strange fountains marching along the slope。 The roaring booms swallowed shouts。 The Seanchan were retreating。
〃Get down there；〃 Rand told Flinn and Dashiva。 〃Both of you。 Find Gedwyn and tell him I said push！ Push！〃
Dashiva grimaced at the forest below； then began awkwardly tugging his horse along the ridge。 The man was ungainly with horses； riding or leading。 He nearly tripped over his sword！
Flinn looked up at Rand worriedly。 〃You mean to stay here alone； my Lord Dragon？〃
〃I'm hardly alone；〃 Rand said dryly； glancing at Ailil and Anaiyella。 They had ridden back to their armsmen； almost two hundred lancers waiting just short of where the ridge began to slope down to the east。 At their head； Denharad frowned through the face…bars of his helmet。 He had mand of both lots； now； and if his concern was for Ailil and Anaiyella； his fellows still made a show fit to keep away most attackers。 Besides； Weiramon had the northern end of this ridge secured so a fly could not pass； he claimed； and Bashere held the south。 Without boasting； Bashere just erected a wall of lances without talking about it。 And the Seanchan were retreating。 〃And I'm hardly helpless； anyway； Flinn。〃
Flinn actually looked doubtful and scratched his fringe of white hair before saluting and leading his horse toward where Dashiva's gateway was already winking out。 Limping along； Flinn shook his head； muttering to himself fit for Dashiva。 Rand wanted to snarl。 He could not go mad； and neither could they。
Flinn's gateway vanished； and Rand returned to his study of the treetops。 It was quiet again。 Time stretched in stillness。 This notion of taking the outposts in the mountains had been a bad one； he was willing to admit that； now。 In this terrain； you could be half a mile from an army without knowing。 In those tangled woods down there； you could be ten feet from them without knowing！ He needed to face the Seanchan on better ground。 He needed。。。
Abruptly he was fighting saidin； fighting wild surges that tried to ream out his skull。 The Void was vanishing； melting beneath the onslaught。 Frantic； dazed； he released the Source before it could kill him。 Nausea twisted his middle。 Double vision showed him two Crowns of Swords。 Lying on the thick mulch of dead leaves in front of his face！ He was on the ground！ He could not seem to breathe properly； and struggled to suck in air。 There was a chip broken off one of the crown's golden laurel leaves； and blood stained several of the tiny golden swordpoints。 A knot of hot pain in his side told him those never…healing wounds had broken open。 He tried to push himself up； and cried out。 In stunned amazement he stared at the dark fletchings of an arrow stuck through his right arm。 With a groan he collapsed。 Something ran down his face。 Something dripped in front of his eye。 Blood。
Vaguely he became aware of ululating cries。 Horsemen appeared among the trees to the north； galloping along the ridge； some with lowered lances； some working short bows as fast as they could nock and draw。 Horsemen in blue…and…yellow armor of overlapping plates； and helmets like huge insects' heads。 Seanchan； several hundred of them it seemed。 From the north。 So much for Weiramon's fly。
Rand struggled to reach the Source。 Too late to worry about sicking up； or falling on his face。 Another time； he might have laughed at that。 He struggled。。。 It was like fumbling for a pin in the dark with numbed fingers。
Time to die； Lews Therin whispered。 Rand had always known Lews Therin would be there at the end。
Not fifty paces from Rand； screaming Tairens and Cairhien plowed into the Seanchan。
〃Fight； you dogs！〃 Anaiyella shrieked； swinging down from her saddle beside him。 〃Fight！〃 The willow lady in her silks and laces hurled a string of curses that would have made a wagon driver's tongue go dry。
Anaiyella stood holding her mount's reins； glaring from the mill of men and steel to Rand。 It was Ailil who turned him onto his back。 Kneeling there； she looked down at him with an unreadable expression in her big dark eyes。 He could not seem to move。 He felt drained。 He was not sure he could blink。 Screams and the clash of steel rang in his ears。
〃If he dies on our hands； Bashere will hang both of us！〃 Anaiyella certainly was not simpering now。 〃If those black…coated monsters get hold of us。。。！〃 She shuddered； and bent closer to Ailil； gesturing with a belt knife he had not noticed in her hand before。 A ruby sparkled blood…red on the hilt。 〃Your Lance…captain could break off enough men to get us away。 We could be miles away before he's found； and back to our estates by the time … 〃
〃I think he can hear us；〃 Ailil broke in calmly。 Her red…gloved hands moved at her waist。 Sheathing a belt knife？ Or drawing one？ 〃If he dies here … 〃 She cut off as sharply as the other woman had； and her head jerked around。
Hooves thundered past Rand on either side in thick streams。 Galloping north； toward the Seanchan。 Sword in hand； Bashere barely reined in before leaping from his saddle。 Gregorin Panar dismounted more slowly； but he waved his sword at the men flooding by。 〃Strike home for King and Illian！〃 he shouted。 〃Strike home！ The Lord of the Morning！ The Lord of the Morning！〃 The crash of steel rose higher。 And the screaming。
〃It would be like this at the last of it；〃 Bashere growled； favoring the two women with suspicious glares。 He wasted only an instant； though； before raising his voice above the din of battle。 〃Morr！ Burn your Asha'man hide！ Here； now！〃 He did not shout that the Lord Dragon was down； thank the Light。
With an effort； Rand turned his head perhaps a hand。 Enough to see Illianers and Saldaeans driving on north。 The Seanchan must have given way。
〃Morr！〃 The name roared through Bashere's mustaches； and Morr himself dropped from a galloping horse nearly on top of Anaiyella。 She looked disgruntled at the lack of an apology as the man knelt beside Rand； scrubbing dark hair out of his face。 She moved back quickly enough when she realized he intended to channel； though； practically bounding away。 Ailil was much smoother about rising； but not noticeably slower in stepping clear。 And she slipped a silver…handled belt knife back into its sheath at her waist。
Healing was a simple matter； if not exactly fortable。 The fletchings were broken off and the arrow drawn the rest of the way through with a sharp jerk that brought a gasp to Rand's lips； but that was just to clear the way。 Dirt and lightly embedded fragments would fall way as flesh knit itself up； but only Flinn and a few others could use the Power to remove what was driven deep。 Resting two fingers on Rand's chest； Morr caught his tongue between his teeth with a fixed expression and wove Healing。 That was how he always did it； it did not work for him； otherwise。 It was not the plex weaves that Flinn used。 Few could