An exhausted sleep finally came, and with sleep, unbidden, the void surrounded him, flickering with an uneasy glow that disturbed his dreams. Liandrin did not wait for the gate to finish closing, but tossed the lead line of the packhorse to Min witho He could see more sharply, too, see in anything but pitch-darkness. It was a long passage to Falme, and Domon finally persuaded the Seanchan to talk, a little.
I must go back, she whispered. Ishamael thinks he controls events, but I do. Try being a little less hasty for once. Dark, dried blood made fans down his cheeks.
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