Be quiet, girl. Most are large. The rope had been taken down outside, and Rand stood waiting with Dashiva and the other Asha'man while nine thousand Saldaean light horse arrayed themselves behind Bashere in a column of threes. Razor-sharp rage abruptly vanished in curiosity and caution, the one thin and probing, the other foglike; then slashing, murderous fury consumed both.
Inside Rand, the taint on saidin beat harder; the distant fire in his side flickered like ten thousand lightnings, one on top of the last. Don't you re-, member talking with Birgitte? Could you not be so loud? he whispered, closing his eyes. Rand and Merana were not at each other's throats, and Merana would have a chance to do what she had been sent to do. Clearing her throat, she changed her tone.
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