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Her dark eyes examined his face； full of confidence yet with a hint of questioning； as if wondering what he saw。 Whatever she perceived seemed to satisfy her。 She smiled again。 〃I was buried deeply； in a dreamless sleep where time did not flow。 The turnings of the Wheel passed me by。 Now you see me as I am； and I have you in my hands。〃 She drew a fingernail along his jaw hard enough to make him flinch。 〃The time for games and subterfuge is past； Lews Therin。 Long past。〃
His stomach lurched。 〃Do you mean to kill me； then？ The Light burn you； I …〃
〃Kill you？〃 she spat incredulously。 〃Kill you！ I mean to have you； forever。 You were mine long before that pale…haired milksop stole you。 Before she ever saw you。 You loved me！〃
〃And you loved power！〃 For a moment he felt dazed。 The words sounded true … he knew they were true … but where had they e from？
Selene … Lanfear … seemed as startled as he； but she recovered quickly。 〃You've learned much … you have done much I'd not have believed you could； unaided … but you are still； fumbling your way through a maze in the dark； and your ignorance may kill you。 Some of the others fear you too much to wait。 Sammael； Rahvin； Moghedien。 Others； perhaps； but those of a certainty。 They will e after you。 They will not try to turn your heart。 They will e at you by stealth； destroy you while you sleep。 Because of their fear。 But there are those who could teach you； show you what you once knew。 None would dare oppose you then。〃
〃Teach me？ You want me to let one of the Forsaken teach me？〃 One of the Forsaken。 A male Forsaken。 A man who had been Aes Sedai in the Age of Legends； who knew the ways of channeling； knew how to avoid the pitfalls； knew … As much had been offered him before。 〃No！ Even if it was offered； I'd refuse； and why should it be？ I oppose them … and you！ I hate everything you've done； everything you stand for。〃 Fool！ he thought。 Trapped here； and I spout defiance like some idiot in a story who never suspects he might make his captor angry enough to do something about it。 But he could not force himself to take the words back。 Stubbornly； he plowed ahead and made it worse。 〃I'll destroy you； if I can。 You； and the Dark One； and every last Forsaken！〃
A dangerous gleam flashed in her eyes and was gone。 〃Do you know why some of us fear you？ Do you have any idea？ Because they are afraid the Great Lord of the Dark will give you a place above them。〃
Rand surprised himself by managing a laugh。 〃Great Lord of the Dark？ Can't you say his true name； either？ Surely you don't fear to attract his attention； as decent people do。 Or do you？〃
〃It would be blasphemy；〃 she said simply。 〃They are right to be afraid； Sammael and the rest。 The Great Lord does want you。 He wants to exalt you above all other men。 He told me。〃
〃That's ridiculous！ The Dark One is still bound in Shayol Ghul； or I would be fighting Tarmon Gai'don right now。 And if he knows I exist； he'd want me dead。 I mean to fight him。〃
〃Oh； he knows。 The Great Lord knows more than you would suspect。 It is possible to talk with him。 Go to Shayol Ghul； into the Pit of Doom； and you can。。。 hear him。 You can。。。 bathe in his presence。〃 A different light shone on her face； now。 Ecstasy。 She breathed through parted lips； and for a moment seemed to stare at something distant and wondrous。 〃Words cannot even begin to describe it。 You must experience it to know。 You must。〃 She was seeing his face again； with eyes large and dark and insistent。 〃Kneel to the Great Lord； and he will set you above all others。 He will leave you free to reign as you will； so long as you bend knee to him only once。 To acknowledge him。 No more than that。 He told me this。 Asmodean will teach you to wield the Power without it killing you； teach what you can do with it。 Let me help you。 We can destroy the others。 The Great Lord will not care。 We can destroy all of them； even Asmodean； once he has taught you all you need to know。 You and I can rule the world together under the Great Lord； forever。〃 Her voice dropped to a whisper； equal parts eagerness and fear。 〃Two great sa'angreal were made just before the end； one that you can use； one that I can。 Far greater than that sword。 Their power is beyond imagining。 With those； we could challenge even。。。 the Great Lord himself。 Even the Creator！〃
〃You are mad；〃 he said raggedly。 〃The Father of Lies says he will leave me free？ I was born to fight him。 That is why I am here； to fulfill the Prophecies。 I'll fight him； and all of you； until the Last Battle！ Until my last breath！〃
〃You do not have to。 Prophecy is no more than the sign of what people hope for。 Fulfilling the Prophecies will only bind you to a path leading to Tarmon Gai'don and your death。 Moghedien or Sammael can destroy your body。 The Great Lord of the Dark can destroy your soul。 An end utter and plete。 You will never be born again no matter how long the Wheel of Time turns！〃
〃No！〃
For what seemed a long time she studied him； he could almost see the scales weighing alternatives。 〃I could take you with me；〃 she said finally。 〃I could have you turned to the Great Lord whatever you want or believe。 There are ways。〃
She paused； perhaps to see if her words had had any effect。 Sweat rolled down his back； but he kept his face straight。 He would have to do something； whether he had a chance or not。 A second attempt to reach saidin battered vainly against that invisible barrier。 He let his eyes wander as if he were thinking。 Callandor was behind him； as far out of reach as the other side of the Aryth Ocean。 His belt knife lay on a table by the bed； together with a half…made fox he had been carving。 The shapeless lumps of metal mocking him from above the fireplace； a drably clad man slipping in at the doors with a knife in his hand； the books lying everywhere。 He turned back to Lanfear； tensing。
〃You were always stubborn；〃 she muttered。 〃I won't take you； this time。 I want you to e to me of your own will。 And I will have it。 What is the matter？ You're frowning。〃
A man slipping in at the doors with a knife； his eyes had slid past the fellow almost without seeing。 Instinctively he pushed Lanfear out of the way and reached for the True Source； the shield blocking him vanished as he touched it； and his sword was in his hands like a red…gold flame。 The man rushed at him； knife held low and point up for a killing stroke。 Even then it was difficult to keep his eyes on the fellow； but Rand pivoted smoothly； and The Wind Blows Over the Wall took off the hand holding the knife and finished by driving through his assailant's heart。 For an instant he stared into dull eyes … lifeless while that heart still pumped … then pulled his blade free。
〃A Gray Man。〃 Rand took what felt like his first breath in hours。 The corpse at his feet was messy； bleeding onto the scroll…worked carpet； but there was no difficulty in fixing an eye on him now。 It was always that way with the Shadow's assassins； when they were noticed； it was usually too late。 〃This makes no sense。 You could have killed me easily。 Why distract me for a Gray Man to sneak up on me？〃
Lanfear was watching him warily。 〃I make no use of the Soulless。 I told you there are。。。 differences among the Chosen。 It seems I was a day late in my judgment； but there is still time for you to e with me。 To learn。 To live。 That sword；〃 she all but sneered。 〃You do not do the tenth part of what you can。 e with me； and learn。 Or do you mean to try to kill me； now？ I loosed you to defend yourself。〃
Her voice； her stance； said she expected an attack； or at the very least was ready to counter it； but that was not what stopped him； any more than her loosing the bonds in the first place。 She was one of the Forsaken； she had served evil so long she made a Black sister look like a newborn babe。 Yet he saw a woman。 He called himself nine kinds of fool； but he could not do it。 Maybe if she tried to kill him。 Maybe。 But all she did was stand there； watching； waiting。 No doubt ready to do things with the Power he did not even know were possible； if he attempted to hold her。 He had managed to block Elayne and Egwene； but that had been one of those things he did without thinking； the way of it buried somewhere in his head。 He could only remember that he had done it； no how。 At least he had a firm grip on saidin； she would not surprise him that way again。 The stomach…wrenching taint was nothing； saidin was life； perhaps in more ways than one。
A sudden thought boiled up in his head like a hot spring。 The Aiel。 Even a Gray Man should have found it impossible to sneak through doors watched by half a dozen Aiel。
〃What did you do to them？〃 His voice grated as he backed toward the doors； keeping his eyes on her。 If she used the Power； maybe he would have some warning。 〃What did you do to the Aiel outside？〃
〃Nothing；〃 she replied coolly。 〃Do not go out there。 This may be only a testing to see how vulnerable you are； but even a testing may kill you if you are a fool。〃
He flung open the left…hand door onto a scene of madness。
Chapter 10
（Dragon）
The Stone Stands
Dead Aielmen lay at Rand's feet； tangled with the bodies of three very ordinary men in very ordinary coats and breeches。 Ordinary…looking men； except that six Aiel； the entire guard； had been slain； some obviously before they knew what was happening； and each of those ordinary men had at least two Aiel spears through him。
That was not the half of it； though。 As soon as he pulled the door open； a roar of battle had washed over him： shouting； howling； steel clashing on steel among the redstone columns。 The Defenders in the anteroom were fighting for their lives beneath the gilded lamps； against bulky； black…mailed shapes head…and…shoulders taller than they； shapes like huge men； but with heads and faces distorted by horns or feathers； by muzzle or beak where mouth and nose should be。 Trollocs。 They strode on paws or hooves as often as on booted feet； cutting men down with oddly spiked axes and hooked spears and scythelike swords that curved the wrong way。 And with them； a Myrddraal； like a sleek…moving man with maggot…white skin in black armor； like death made bloodless flesh。
Somewhere in the Stone an alarm gong sounded； then stopped with lethal suddenness。 Another took it up； and another； in brazen tolls。
The Defenders fought； and they still outnumbered the Trollocs； but there were more men down than Trollocs。 Even as Rand's eyes found them； the Myrddraal tore off half the Tairen captain's face with one bare hand while the other drove a dead black blade through a Defender's throat； slipping Defenders' spear thrusts like a snake。 The Defenders faced what they had thought were only travelers' tales to frighten children； their nerve was frayed to snapping。 One man who had lost his rimmed helmet threw down his spear and tried to flee； only to have his head split like a melon by a Trolloc's massive axe。 Yet another man looked at the Myrddraal and fled screaming。 The Myrddraal darted sinuously to intercept。 In a moment the humans would all be running。
〃Fade！〃 Rand shouted。 〃Try me； Fade！〃 The Myrddraal stopped as if it had never moved； its pale； eyeless face turning to him。 Fear rippled through Rand at that stare； sliding over the bubble of cold calm that encased him when he held saidin； in the Borderlands they said； 〃The look of the Eyeless is fear。〃 Once he had believed Fades rode shadows like horses and disappeared when they turned sideways。 Those old beliefs were not so very far wrong。
The Myrddraal flowed toward him； and Rand leaped the dead men in front of the doorway to meet it； his boots skidding on bloody black marble as he landed。 〃Rally to the Stone！〃 he shouted as he leaped。 〃The Stone stands！〃 Those were the battle cries he had heard on the night the Stone had not stood。
He thought he heard a vexed shout of 〃Fool！〃 from the room he had left； but he had no time for Lanfear or what she might do。 That skid very nearly cost him his life； his red…gold blade barely turned the Myrddraal's black one as he fought for balance。 〃Rally to the Stone！ The Stone stands！〃 He had to keep the Defenders tog