Unaware of what had occurred within, the Amyrlin's pikemen and archers stood walling a path from the gates to the city proper, the Flame of Tar Valon on their chests. He walked away without waiting for an answering blessing, resolving not to go near any of the gardens on any account. If you have a sword, and the Aielman has his bare hands, it is an even fight. He turned Red toward the village, and they soon left pit and shouting guards behind.
The void enveloped Rand. I would ask a Darkfriend or the Dark One himself if I thought I'd get a true answer back, Rand said. He flexed his hand. Lo, my Master is death's Master.
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