Hand trembling, he touched the gashes on his chest and raised bloody fingers before his gray eyes in disbelief. He wanted it all! He screamed, howling with pain, howling with wanting. Ingtar waved, and Rand and the others rode up to join the Shienarans. Despite himself, he smiled when he saw her lying on the bed with her face turned to the wall, still in her dress.
When Spray came up on the headland where Falme stood, Domon gaped at the numbers of the Seanchan ships anchored off the harbor. Who else could give such an order, Rand al'Thor? Of course, it was Uno who passed it to me, but whose order could it have been? Masema's eyes, fixed on Rand's face, did not blink. Rand stared at his plate. Well, do not let any Red sister hear you thinking it aloud.
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