You might as well reconcile yourself, Lan Mandragoran. Fire leaped with a crash of thunder, then again elsewhere. They wanted to be heard, or they would have been using handtalk; there was moonlight enough for that. Two dozen! Shaking his head, Perrin stopped beside Grady, who turned this way and that, studying the sparse woodland.
Two Wise Women dead, and six of his Red-arms. She did not like admitting that, especially not to these women. In more ways than one, her like had not walked among Aes Sedai for a thousand years. knife she carried unsheathed was no use against the mist-shapes, but Padan Fain might still be alive out there.
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