There were men on the bottom, a dozen of them, getting a fire started; down there, night was already descending. His bow to each was little more than a nod of the head; Barthanes knew exactly how powerful he was. Maybe it's better this way, like a clean cut, too quick to hurt till after it's done. The old man had blood on his dagger.
She pulled her eyes away from his. I'm not giving up. Egwene slumped back against the wall. Oh, no, Liandrin Sedai.
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