You must let it happen. There was a wild light in his eyes. He looked as if he expected his own execution. They had buried their dead, but they feared to clean away the large charred patch in the village square.
Rand laughed. The noise from the courtyard was all horses and men, neighing and shouting. I will induce them to carry the Horn of Valere to Illian. Nobody is going anywhere, Perrin said, if the gates are barred.
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