We do not even know in which direction they took them. Selene's note crackled in his pocket. At first Rand could not see anything, then a shadow moved, not ten paces away. None of the soldiers were any better.
The others were only commoners, one woman managed in an unsteady voice. You fool! You pure, blind, idiotic fool! Naming the Dark One, bringing his attention down on you! Don't you have enough trouble? He's dead, Rand muttered, rubbing his head. Rand did not think he could speak; his own thoughts were too urgent to allow room for speech. There is always a price.
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