The Horn could be fifty miles downriver by tomorrow night, or - Verin cut him off. He realized he was scowling and wiped it away. The Horn cannot be left in the wrong hands, especially in Darkfriend hands. The Amyrlin touched the fractured seal, and her voice grew tight, as if she were forcing herself to speak.
He has no more control over his fate than a candle wick has over the flame. She was only gone a few moments, but Rand was uncomfortably aware of the eyes of the remaining Aes Sedai. The fire on the hearth could not keep the cold out. I saw that you were from Shienar by your escort's armor, and you had the look of a Wise One, so I thought you might have word of great events, the events that might herald him.
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