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illed with the Power； refused to be one with the male half of the True Source。 He was one with the sword in his hands； one with the floor beneath his feet； one with the walls。 One with Turak。
He recognized the forms the High Lord used； they were a little different from what he had been taught； but not enough。 The Swallow Takes Flight met Parting the Silk。 Moon on the Water met The Wood Grouse Dances。 Ribbon in the Air met Stones Falling From the Cliff。 They moved about the room as in a dance； and their music was steel against steel。
Disappointment and disgust faded from Turak's dark eyes； replaced by surprise； then concentration。 Sweat appeared on the High Lord's face as he pressed Rand harder。 Lightning of Three Prongs met Leaf on the Breeze。
Rand's thoughts floated outside the void； apart from himself； hardly noticed。 It was not enough。 He faced a blademaster； and with the void and every ounce of his skill he was barely managing to hold his own。 Barely。 He had to end it before Turak finally did。 Saidin？ No！ Sometimes it is necessary to Sheath the Sword in your own flesh。 But that would not help Egwene； either。 He had to end it now。 Now。
Turak's eyes widened as Rand glided forward。 So far he had only defended； now he attacked； all out。 The Boar Rushes Down the Mountain。 Every movement of his blade was an attempt to reach the High Lord； now all Turak could do was retreat and defend； down the length of the room； almost to the door。
In an instant； while Turak still tried to face the Boar； Rand charged。 The River Undercuts the Bank。 He dropped to one knee； blade slashing across。 He did not need Turak's gasp； or the feel of resistance to his cut to know。 He heard two thumps and turned his head； knowing what he would see。 He looked down the length of his blade； wet and red； to where the High Lord lay； sword tumbled from his limp hand； a dark dampness staining the birds woven in the carpet under his body。 Turak's eyes were still open； but already filmed with death。
The void shook。 He had faced Trollocs before； faced Shadowspawn。 Never before had he confronted a human being with a sword except in practice or bluff。 I just killed a man。 The void shook； and saidin tried to fill him。
Desperately he clawed free； breathing hard as he looked around。 He gave a start when he saw the two servants still kneeling beside the door。 He had forgotten them； and now he did not know what to do about them。 Neither man appeared armed； yet all they had to do was shout 。。。
They never looked at him； or at each other。 Instead； they stared silently at the High Lord's body。 They produced daggers from under their robes； and he tightened his grip on the sword； but each man placed the point to his own breast。 〃From birth to death；〃 they intoned in unison； 〃I serve the Blood。〃 And plunged the daggers into their own hearts。 They folded forward almost peacefully； heads to the floor as if bowing deeply to their lord。
Rand stared at them in disbelief。 Mad； he thought。 Maybe I will go mad； but they already were。
He was getting to his feet shakily when Ingtar and the others came running back。 They all bore nicks and cuts； the leather of Ingtar's coat was stained in more than one place。 Mat still had the Horn and his dagger； its blade darker than the ruby in its hilt。 Perrin's axe was red； too； and he looked as if he might be sick at any moment。
〃You dealt with them？〃 Ingtar said； looking at the bodies。 〃Then we're done； if no alarm is given。 Those fools never cried for help； not once。〃
〃I will see if the guards heard anything；〃 Hurin said； and darted for the window。
Mat shook his head。 〃Rand； these people are crazy。 I know I've said that before； but these people really are。 Those servants 。。。〃 Rand held his breath； wondering if they had all killed themselves。 Mat said； 〃Whenever they saw us fighting； they fell on their knees； put their faces to the floor； and wrapped their arms around their heads。 They never moved； or cried out； never tried to help the soldiers； or give an alarm。 They're still there； as far as I know。〃
〃I would not count on them staying on their knees；〃 Ingtar said dryly。 〃We are leaving now； as fast as we can run。〃
〃You go；〃 Rand said。 〃Egwene …〃
〃You fool！〃 Ingtar snapped。 〃We have what we came for。 The Horn of Valere。 The hope of salvation。 What can one girl count； even if you love her； alongside the Horn； and what it stands for？〃
〃The Dark One can have the Horn for all I care！ What does finding the Horn count if I abandon Egwene to this？ If I did that； the Horn couldn't save me。 The Creator couldn't save me。 I would damn myself。〃
Ingtar stared at him； his face unreadable。 〃You mean that exactly； don't you？〃
〃Something's happening out here；〃 Hurin said urgently。 〃A man just came running up； and they're all milling like fish in a bucket。 Wait。 The officer is ing inside！〃
〃Go！〃 Ingtar said。 He tried to take the Horn； but Mat was already running。 Rand hesitated； but Ingtar grabbed his arm and pulled him into the hall。 The others were streaming after Mat； Perrin only gave Rand one pained look before he went。 〃You cannot save the girl if you stand here and die！〃
He ran with them。 Part of him hated himself for running； but another part whispered； I'll e back。 I'll free her somehow。
By the time they reached the bottom of the narrow； winding staircase； he could hear a man's deep voice raised in the front part of the house； angrily demanding that someone stand up and speak。 A serving girl in her nearly transparent robe knelt at the bottom of the stairs； and a gray…haired woman all in white wool； with a long floury apron； knelt by the kitchen door。 They were both exactly as Mat had described； faces to the floor and arms wrapped around their heads； and they did not stir a hair as Rand and the others hurried by。 He was relieved to see the motions of breathing。
They crossed the garden at a dead run； climbing over the back wall rapidly。 Ingtar cursed when Mat tossed the Horn of Valere ahead of him； and tried again to take it when he dropped outside； but Mat snatched it up with a quick； 〃It isn't even scratched；〃 and scampered up the alley。
More shouts rose from the house they had just left； a woman screamed； and someone began tolling a gong。
I will e back for her。 Somehow。 Rand sped after the others as fast as he could。
Chapter 46
（Ruby…Hilted Dagger）
To e Out of the Shadow
Nynaeve and the others heard distant shouts as they approached the buildings where the damane were housed。 The crowds were beginning to pick up； and there was a nervousness to the people in the street； an extra quickness to their step； an extra wariness in the way they glanced past Nynaeve； in her lightning…paneled dress； and the woman she held by a silver leash。
Shifting her bundle nervously； Elayne peered toward the noise of shouts； one street over； where the golden hawk clutching lightning rippled in the wind。 〃What is happening？〃
〃Nothing to do with us；〃 Nynaeve said firmly。
〃You hope；〃 Min added。 〃And so do I〃 She increased her pace； hurrying up the steps