I am Rand al'Thor, son of Tam al'Thor, of the Two Rivers, which once was Manetheren. I think the other one's gone mad from seeing it. The real question, the one he had not even a glimmer of an answer for, was why? Trouble, Bayle? Nieda asked. The ancients said there were many worlds.
Remembering Sheriam's instruction, Nynaeve tottered forward and knelt before the Amyrlin. Women shall weep and men quail as the nations of the earth are rent like rotting cloth. But he's dead; I saw him die, saw him burn. Frantically he clawed his way out of the void; still on his knees, not moving, he fought free.
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