Too late, Rand muttered. He heard the youngest woman mutter, He is wearing a sword, in tones of mingled horror and contempt. He closed his eyes, pressing the sword hilt against his forehead as if he could press what he was thinking out of existence. Reflections of what will be are fainter than reflections of what is or what was, just as Hurin says the trail he followed was faint.
He held out his arms for the servant to remove his robe. Now remember, you kneel when you go before her. Now, then. Like the unfettered dawn shall he blind us, and burn us, yet shall the Dragon Reborn confront the Shadow at the Last Battle, and his blood shall give us the Light.
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