And did Barthanes say Fain was going to Falme? Ingtar demanded. Moiraine Sedai said it could not be killed, or even hurt very much, and I can feel the taint on this place waiting to twist anything we do with the Power. The wind swirled up fiercely, chilling his sweat like droplets of ice, making the trumpets sound like sly laughter; he thought he could smell an opened grave, strong in the air. Fain - let us call him that - is more dangerous than you can believe.
Ingtar and the other men shifted in their saddles, preparing to dismount and kneel, but she motioned them to stay as they were. How did he come by that? Nynaeve can put a salve on it later. Uno, I want scouts out, as far as they can ride and return before dark. Gone, Verin Sedai.
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