Lights in windows on the upper stories mocked him, but the lower floors were all shut tight. There has to be a way. Burn me! Perrin hesitated only an instant before swinging down off his horse and striding into the mist. He felt them, felt other minds.
He can do it. Rand tried to find a place to put his blade in the Trolloc without hurting Loial, but Ogier and Trolloc spun in their rough dance so much that he could find no opening. With a strangled gasp Rand sat up on the floor, clawing his way awake. They would talk eventually, but in whispers; it might take hours for the Seanchan to learn anything had happened.
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