Fain was sitting on his cot, leaning forward expectantly as if waiting, just as Changu had said. Are you sure it has anything to do with the other dreams, with Rand? Sometimes a dream is just a dream. You brought him to the Amyrlin speaking and acting as a Border lord and a soldier born. She shrugged uneasily, then started down the hall determinedly.
Egwene certainly had. He died mad, he died rotting, he died of sickness, accident, age. The Amyrlin Seat frowned and turned to Moiraine. Masked in blood-red, too.
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