You aren't ready for this. Herd cattle for the Trollocs, perhaps? If you want to live, cattle, you must be useful. He knew that was not the way, but it was collapsing in him. I won't ever-I might not see them again for-for years, maybe.
As a lamp came into the cell chamber, Fain raised his head, grinning at something, unseen yet felt, beyond the dungeon's stone ceiling. Verin did not even take her Warder; Tomas is chewing nails with worry over her. Myrddraal, he breathed, and it was as if his speaking released all the others. Saidin crooned, and the light in the sphere beat like a heart.
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