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Up ahead, the trees broke. Min hastened to join Rand and Nynaeve, who had stopped at the top of a gently sloping ridge. Here, they could see over the forest, and the trees continued down below like a sea of green and brown. The pines parted at the shores of a small mountain lake, caught in a triangular depression of the land.
Atop a ridge of its own, high above the water, was an impressive white stone structure. Rectangular and tall, it was built in the form of several towers stacked atop one another, each one slightly thinner than the one beneath. That gave the palace an elegant shape—fortified, yet palatial. "Its beautiful," she said breathlessly.
"It was built during a different time," Rand said. "A time when people still thought that the majesty of a structure lent it strength. "
The palace was distant, but not so distant that Min couldnt make out the figures of men walking the battlements on guard, halberds at their shoulders, breastplates reflecting the late sunlight. A late party of hunters rode in through the gates, a fine buck deer lashed to the packhorse, and a group of workers chopped at a fallen tree nearby, perhaps for firewood. A pair of serving women in white carried poles, bucket at each end, up from the lake, and lights were winking on in windows the length of the structure. It was a living, working estate bundled up in a single massive building.
"Do you think Ramshalan found his way?" Nynaeve said, arms folded, obviously trying not to look impressed.
"Even a fool like him could not miss that," Rand said, eyes narrowing. He still carried the statuette in his pocket. Min wished he had left the thing behind. It made her uncomfortable, the way he fingered it. Caressed it.
"So you sent Ramshalan to die," Nynaeve said. "What will that accomplish?"
"She wont kill him," Rand said.
"How can you be sure of that?"
"It isnt her way," Rand said. "Not when she can use him against me. "
"You dont expect her to believe that story you told him," Min said. "About sending him out to test the allegiance of the Domani lords?"
Rand slowly shook his head. "No. I hope for her to believe something of that tale, but I do not expect it. I meant what I said about her, Min— shes more crafty than I am. And I fear that she knows me far better than I know her. She will compel Ramshalan and pull from him that entire conversation we had. From there, she will find a way to use that conversation against me. "
"How?" Min asked.
"I dont know. I wish I did. Shell think of something clever, then infect Ramshalan with a very subtle Compulsion that I wont be able to anticipate. Ill be left with the choice to keep him nearby and see what he does, or to send him away. But of course, she will think of that as well, and whatever I do will set in motion her other plans. "
"You make it sound as if you cant win," Nynaeve said, frowning. She didnt seem to notice the chill at all. In fact, neither did Rand. Whatever that "trick" about ignoring cold and heat was, Min had never been able to figure it out. They claimed it had nothing to do with the power, but if that were so, why were Rand and the Aes Sedai the only ones who could manage it? The Aiel didnt seem to be bothered by the cold either, but they didnt count. They never seemed bothered by regular human concerns, though they could be very touchy about the most random and insignificant things.
"We cant win, you say?" Rand asked. "Is that what were trying to do? Win?"
Nynaeve raised an eyebrow. "Do you not answer questions anymore?"
Rand turned, looking at Nynaeve. Standing on the other side of him, Min couldnt see what was in his face, but she could see Nynaeve grow pale. It was her own fault. Couldnt she sense how on edge Rand was? Perhaps Mins chill didnt just come from the cold. She moved up close to him, but he didnt put his arm around her as he might once have. When he finally turned away from Nynaeve, the Aes Sedai slumped slightly, as if she had been dangling, held up by his gaze.
Rand did not speak for some time, and so they waited quietly on the mountain ridge as the distant sun made its way toward the horizon. Shadows lengthened, fingers stretching away from the sun. Down below, by the fortress walls, a group of grooms began walking some horses to give them exercise. More lights had been lit in the fortress windows. How many people did Graendal have in there? Scores, if not hundreds.
A crashing sound in the brush suddenly drew Mins attention; it was accompanied by curses. She jumped as the noise cut off quite abruptly.
A small group of Aiel approached a few moments later, leading a disheveled Ramshalan, his fine clothing stuck with needles and scratched from branches. He dusted himself off, then took a step toward Rand.
The Maidens held him back. He glanced at them, cocking his head. "My Lord Dragon?"
"Is he infected?" Rand asked of Nynaeve.
"By what?" she asked.
"Graendals touch. "
Nynaeve walked over to Ramshalan and looked at him for a moment. She hissed and said, "Yes. Rand, hes under a heavy Compulsion. There are a lot of weaves here. Not as bad as the chandlers apprentice, or maybe just more subtle. "
"I say," Ramshalan said, "my Lord Dragon, what is going on? The lady of the castle down there was quite friendly—she is an ally, my Lord. You have nothing to fear from her! Very refined, I must say. "
"Is that so?" Rand asked quietly. It was growing dark, sun setting behind the distant mountains. Besides the dim evening light, the only illumination came from the still-open gateway behind them. It shone with lamplight, an inviting portal back to warmth, away from this place of shadow and coldness.
Rands voice sounded so hard. Worse than Min had ever heard it before.
"Rand," she said, touching his arm. "Lets go back. "
"I have something I must do," he said, not looking at her.
"Think about it some more," Min said. "At least take some advice. We can ask Cadsuane, or—"
"Cadsuane held me in a box, Min," he said very softly. His face was clasped in shadow, but as he turned toward her, his eyes reflected the light from the open gateway. Orange and red. There was an edge of anger to his tone. / shouldnt have mentioned Cadsuane, she realized. The womans name was one of the few things that could still get emotion out of him.
"A box, Min," Rand whispered. "Though Cadsuanes box had walls that were invisible, it was as binding as any that ever held me. Her tongue was far more painful a rod than any that was taken to my skin. I see that now. "
Rand pulled away from Mins touch.
"What is the purpose of all this?" Nynaeve demanded. "You sent this man to suffer a Compulsion, knowing what it would do to him? I wont watch another man squirm and die because of this! Whatever she has compelled him to do, I wont remove it! It will be your own fault if it brings your death. "
"My Lord?" Ramshalan asked. The growing terror in his voice put Min on edge.
The sun set; Rand was now just a silhouette. The fortress was only a black profile with lanterns lighting the holes in its walls. Rand stepped up to the lip of the ridge, removing the access key from his pocket. It started to glow just faintly, a red light coming from its very heart. Nynaeve inhaled sharply.
"Neither of you were there when Callandor failed me," he said into the night. "It happened twice. Once I tried to use it to raise the dead, but I got only a puppeted body. Once I tried to use it to destroy the Seanchan, but I caused as much death among my own armies as I caused among theirs.
"Cadsuane told me that the second failure came from a flaw in Callandor itself. It cannot be controlled by a lone man, you see. It only works if hes in a box. Callandor is a carefully enticing leash, intended to make me surrender willingly. "
The access keys globe burst alight with a more brilliant color, seeming crystalline. The light within was scarlet, the core brilliant and bright. As if someone had dropped a glowing rock into a pool of blood.
"I see a different answer to my problems," Rand said, voice still almost a whisper. "Both times Callandor failed me, I was bein
g reckless with my emotion. I allowed temper to drive me. I cant kill in anger, Min. I have to keep that anger inside; I must channel it as I channel the One Power. Each death must be deliberate. Intentional. "
Min couldnt speak. Couldnt phrase her fears, couldnt find the words to make him stop. His eyes remained in the darkness, somehow, despite the liquid light he held before him. That light hurled shadows away from his figure, as if he was the point of a silent explosion. Min turned to Nynaeve; the Aes Sedai watched with wide eyes, mouth slightly open. She couldnt find words either.
Min turned back to Rand. When hed been close to killing her with his own hand, she hadnt feared him. But then, shed known that it wasnt Rand hurting her, but Semirhage.
But this Rand—hand aflame, eyes so intent yet so dispassionate— terrified her.
"Ive done it before," he whispered. "I once said that I didnt kill women, but it was a lie. I murdered a woman long before I faced Semirhage. Her name was Liah. I killed her in Shadar Logoth. I struck her down, and I called it mercy. "
He turned to the fortress palace below.
"Forgive me," he said, but it didnt seem directed at Min, "for calling this mercy as well. "
Something impossibly bright formed in the air before him, and Min cried out, backing away. The air itself seemed to warp, as if pulling away from Rand in fear. Dust blew from the ground in a circle around him, and the trees groaned, lit by the brilliant white light, the pine needles rattling like a hundred thousand insects scrambling over one another. Min could no longer make out Rand, only a blazing, brilliant force of light. Pure power, gathered, making the hairs on her arms rise with the force of its nebulous energy. In that moment, she felt as if she could understand what the One Power was. It was there, before her, made incarnate in the man Rand alThor.
And then, with a sound like a sigh, he released it. A column of pure whiteness exploded from him and burned across the silent night sky, illuminating the trees below it in a wave. It moved as quick as a snap of the fingers, striking the wall of the distant fortress. The stones came alight, as if they were breathing in the force of the energy. The entire fortress glowed, transforming into living light, an amazing, spectacular palace of unadulterated energy. It was beautiful.
And then it was gone. Burned from the landscape—and the Pattern— as if it had never been there. The entire fortress, hundreds of feet of stone and everyone who had lived in it.
Something hit Min, something like a shocking wave in the air. It wasnt a physical blast, and it didnt make her stumble, but it twisted her insides about. The forest around them—still lit by the glowing access key in Rands hands—seemed to warp and shake. It was as if the world itself were groaning in agony.
It snapped back, but Min could still feel that tension. In that instant, it seemed as if the very substance of world had been near to breaking.
"What have you done?" Nynaeve whispered.
Rand didnt reply. Min could see his face again, now that the enormous column of balefire had vanished, leaving behind only the glowing access key. He was in ecstasy, mouth agape, and he held the access key aloft before himself as if in victory. Or in reverence.
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