blow ruffled his hair。 The Seanchan surged forward。 Striking the Spark。 Sparks flew like hail； Ba'alzamon jumped from his stroke； and the Seanchan were driven back to the cobblestone streets。
Rand wanted to howl aloud。 Suddenly he knew that the two battles were linked。 When he advanced； the heroes called by the Horn drove the Seanchan back； when he fell back； the Seanchan rose up。
〃They will not save you；〃 Ba'alzamon said。 〃Those who might save you will be carried far across the Aryth Ocean。 If ever you see them again； they will be collared slaves； and they will destroy you for their new masters。〃
Egwene。 I can't let them do that to her。
Ba'alzamon's voice rode over his thoughts。 〃You have only one salvation； Rand al'Thor。 Lews Therin Kinslayer。 I am your only salvation。 Serve me； and I will give you the world。 Resist； and I will destroy you as I have so often before。 But this time I will destroy you to your very soul； destroy you utterly and forever。〃
I have won again； Lews Therin。 The thought was beyond the void； yet it took an effort to ignore it； not to think of all the lives where he had heard it。 He shifted his sword； and Ba'alzamon readied his staff。
For the first time Rand realized that Ba'alzamon acted as if the heron…mark blade could harm him。 Steel can't hurt the Dark One。 But Ba'alzamon watched the sword warily。 Rand was one with the sword。 He could feel every particle of it； tiny bits a thousand times too small to be seen with the eye。 And he could feel the Power that suffused him running into the sword； as well； threading through the intricate matrices wrought by Aes Sedai during the Trolloc Wars。
It was another voice he heard then。 Lan's voice。 There will e a time when you want something more than you want life。 Ingtar's voice。 It is every man's right to choose when to Sheathe the Sword。 The picture formed of Egwene； collared； living her life as a damane。 Threads of my life in danger。 Egwene。 If Hawking gets into Falme； he can save her。 Before he knew it； he had taken the first position of Heron Wading in the Rushes； balanced on one foot； sword raised high； open and defenseless。 Death is lighter than a feather； duty heavier than a mountain。
Ba'alzamon stared at him。 〃Why are you grinning like an idiot； fool？ Do you not know I can destroy you utterly？〃
Rand felt a calmness beyond that of the void。 〃I will never serve you； Father of Lies。 In a thousand lives； I never have。 I know that。 I'm sure of it。 e。 It is time to die。〃
Ba'alzamon's eyes widened； for an instant they were furnaces that put sweat on Rand's face。 The blackness behind Ba'alzamon boiled up around him； and his face hardened。 〃Then die； worm！〃 He struck with the staff； as with a spear。
Rand screamed as he felt it pierce his side； burning like a white…hot poker。 The void trembled； but he held on with the last of his strength； and drove the heron…mark blade into Ba'alzamon's heart。 Ba'alzamon screamed； and the dark behind him screamed。 The world exploded in fire。
Chapter 48
（Dragon's Fang）
First Claiming
Min struggled up the cobblestone street； pushing through crowds that stood white…faced and staring； those who were not screaming hysterically。 A few ran； seemingly without any idea of where they were running； but most moved like poorly handled puppets； more afraid to go than to stay。 She searched the faces； hoping to find Egwene； or Elayne； or Nynaeve； but all she saw were Falmen。 And there was something drawing her on； as surely as if she had a string tied to her。
Once she turned to look back。 Seanchan ships burned in the harbor； and she could see more in flames off the harbor mouth。 Many squarish vessels were already small against the setting sun； sailing west as fast as damane could make the winds drive them； and one small ship was beating away from the harbor； tilting to catch a wind to take it along the coast。 Spray。 She did not blame Bayle Domon for not waiting longer； not after what she had seen； she thought it a wonder he had remained so long。
There was one Seanchan vessel in the harbor not burning； though its towers were black from fires already extinguished。 As the tall ship crept toward the harbor mouth； a figure on horseback suddenly appeared around the cliffs skirting the harbor。 Riding across the water。 Min's mouth fell open。 Silver glittered as the figure raised a bow； a streak of silver lanced to the boxy ship； a gleaming line connecting bow and ship。 With a roar she could hear even at that distance； fire engulfed the foretower anew； and sailors rushed about the deck。
Min blinked； and when she looked again； the mounted figure was gone。 The ship still slowly made way toward the ocean； the crew fighting the flames。
She gave herself a shake and started to climb the street again。 She had seen too much that day for someone riding a horse across water to be more than a momentary distraction。 Even if it really was Birgitte and her bow。 And Artur Hawkwing。 I did see him。 I did。
In front of one of the tall stone buildings； she stopped uncertainly； ignoring the people who brushed past her as if stunned。 It was in there； somewhere； that she had to go。 She rushed up the stairs and pushed open the door。
No one tried to stop her。 As far as she could tell； there was no one in the house。 Most of Falme was out in the streets； trying to decide whether they had all gone mad together。 She went on through the house； into the garden behind； and there he was。
Rand lay sprawled on his back under an oak； face pale and eyes closed； left hand gripping a hilt that ended in a foot of blade that appeared to have been melted at the end。 His chest rose and fell too slowly； and not with the regular rhythm of someone breathing normally。
Taking a deep breath to calm herself； she went to see what she could do for him。 First was to get rid of that stub of a blade； he could hurt himself； or her； if he started thrashing。 She pried his hand open； and winced when the hilt stuck to his palm。 She tossed it aside with a grimace。 The heron on the hilt had branded itself into his hand。 But it was obvious to her that that was not what had him lying there unconscious。 How did he e by that？ Nynaeve can put a salve on it later。
A hasty examination showed that most of his cuts and bruises were not new … at least； the blood had had time to dry in a crust； and the bruises had started to turn yellow at the edges … but there was a hole burned through his coat on the left side。 Opening his coat； she pulled up his shirt。 Breath whistled through her teeth。 There was a wound burned into his side； but it had cauterized itself。 What shook her was the feel of his flesh。 It had a touch of ice in it； he made the air seem warm。
Grabbing his shoulders； she began to drag him toward the house。 He hung limp； a dead weight。 〃Great lummox；〃 she grunted。 〃You couldn't be short； and light； could you？ You have to have all that leg and shoulder。 I ought to let you lie out here。〃
But she struggled up the steps； careful not to bump him any more than she could avoid； and pulled him inside。 Leaving him just within the door； she knuckled the small of her back； muttering to herself about the Pattern； and made a hasty search。 There was a small bedroom in the back of the house； perhaps a servant's room； with a bed piled high with blankets； and logs already laid on the hearth。 In moments； she had the blankets thrown back and the fire lit； as well as a lamp on the bedside table。 Then she went back for Rand。
It was no small task getting him to the room； or up onto the bed； but she managed it with only a little hard breathing； and covered him up。 After a moment； she stuck a hand under the blankets； she winced and shook her head。 The sheets were icy cold； he had no body warmth for the blankets to hold。 With a put…upon sigh； she wriggled under the covers beside him。 Finally； she put his head on her arm。 His eyes were still closed； his breathing ragged； but she thought he would be dead by the time she came back if she left to find Nynaeve。 He needs an Aes Sedai； she thought。 All I can do is try to give him a little warmth。
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