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lent； and she had had to wait for them to start again to gain a direction。 Sometimes when they stopped things happened； she had not seen any of it； but once the palace had rung like a struck bell； and another time the hair on her head had tried to stand up as the air seemed to crackle； and another。。。 It did not matter。 This was the first time she had caught a glimpse of the man who wore those boots。 She did not think it was Rand in that black coat。 The height was right； but he was too large； too heavy in the chest。
She was running before she knew it。 Her stout shoes had long since bee velvet slippers for silence。 If she could hear him； he could hear her。 Moghedien's frenzied panting was louder than their footfalls。
Nynaeve reached the turn and stopped； peeking cautiously around the corner。 She held saidar … through Moghedien； but it was hers … ready to channel。 There was no need。 The hallway was empty。 A door stood far down a wall with windows filled with arabesque…pierced stone； but she did not think he could have reached that。 Nearer； another corridor ran off to the right。 She hurried to that； looked warily again。 Empty。 But a staircase spiraled upward just beyond where the hallways met。
For a moment she hesitated。 He had been hurrying somewhere。 This corridor led back the way they had e。 Would he have been running to go back？ Up then。
Drawing Moghedien behind her； she climbed the steps slowly； straining to hear anything except the Forsaken's nearly hysterical breath and the blood pounding in her own ears。 If she found herself face to face with him。。。 She knew he was there already； somewhere ahead。 Surprise had to be on her side。
At the first landing； she paused。 The hallways here mirrored those below。 They were just as empty； too； just as silent。 Had he gone on up？
The stair quivered faintly beneath her feet as if the palace had been struck by a huge battering ram； then another。 Again； as a bar of white fire punched through the top of one of the stone…screened windows； skewed wildly upward at an angle； then winked out as it started to slice into the ceiling。
Nynaeve swallowed； blinking in a vain effort to rid herself of the pale violet fan that hung across her vision in memory of the thing。 That had to be Rand； trying to strike at Rahvin。 If she was too close to him； Rand might catch her by accident。 If he was flailing like that … it had had the look of flailing to her … he could catch her anywhere without knowing it。
The quivers had ceased。 Moghedien's eyes shone with terror。 By what Nynaeve felt through the a'dam； it was a wonder the woman was not writhing on the floor； shrieking and frothing at the mouth。 Nynaeve felt a little like shrieking herself。 She made herself put her foot on the next step。 Up was as good a way as any。 The second step was almost as hard。 Slowly； though。 No need to e on him too suddenly。 Surprise had to be on his part。 Moghedien followed like a whipped dog； shivering。
As Nynaeve climbed； she embraced saidar as fully as she could； as much as Moghedien could handle； to the point where the sweetness of it became almost a pain。 That was the warning。 More； and she would approach the point where it was more than she could take in； the point where she would still herself； burn the ability to channel right out of herself。 Or perhaps out of Moghedien； under the circumstances。 Or both of them。 Any way at all； it would be disaster now。 She held that point though； the。。。 life。。。 filling her a needle's light pressure just short of breaking skin。 It was as much as she could have embraced had she been channeling on her own。 She and Moghedien were much the same strength in the Power； Tanchico had proved that。 Was it enough？ Moghedien insisted the men were stronger。 Rahvin； at least … Moghedien knew him … and it did not seem likely Rand could have survived this long unless he was just as strong。 It was not fair that men should have the muscles and greater strength in the Power too。 The Aes Sedai in the Tower had always said they had been equal。 It just was not …
She was babbling。 Taking a deep breath； she drew Moghedien behind her off the staircase。 This was as high as it went。
This hall was empty。 She went to where it met the crossing corridor； peeked。 And there he was。 A tall black…clad man； large； with wings of white in his dark hair； peering through the curving slots of one of the stone window…screens at something below。 There was sweat and effort on his face； but he seemed to be smiling。 A handsome face； as handsome as Galad's； but she felt no quickening of her breath for this one。
Whatever he was staring at … Rand perhaps？ … had his full attention； but Nynaeve gave him no chance to notice her。 It might be Rand down there。 She could not tell whether Rahvin was channeling or not。 She filled the corridor around him with fire from wall to wall； floor to ceiling； pouring into it all of saidar she held； fire so hot the stone itself smoked。 The heat made her flinch back。
Rahvin screamed in the middle of the flame … it was one flame … and staggered away from her； back to where the hallway became a columned walk。 A heartbeat； less； while she still flinched； and he stood； inside the flame but surrounded by clear air。 Every scrap of saidar she could channel was going into that inferno； but he held it at bay。 She could see him through the fire； it gave everything a red cast； but she could see。 Smoke rose from his charred coat。 His face was a seared ruin； one eye milky white。 But both eyes were malevolent as he turned them on her。
No emotion reached her along the a'dam's leash； only leaden dullness。 Nynaeve's stomach fluttered。 Moghedien had given up。 Given up because death was there for them。
Fire thrust through the carved window…screens above Rand； fingers of it filling every hole； dancing toward the colonnade。 As it did； the struggle within him ceased abruptly。 He was himself so suddenly it was almost a shock。 He had been drawing desperately at saidin； trying to hold onto some of it。 Now it rushed into him； an avalanche of fire and ice that made his knees buckle； made the Void tremble with pain that shaved at it like a lathe。
And Rahvin stumbled backwards out onto the colonnade； face turned to something inside。 Rahvin wreathed in fire； yet somehow standing as though untouched。 If untouched now； it had not been so before。 Only the size of the figure； the impossibility of it being anyone else； told Rand it was him。 The Forsaken was a figure of char and cracked red flesh that would have strained any Healer to mend。 The agony of it must have been overwhelming。 Except that Rahvin would be inside the Void within that burned remnant of a man； wrapped in emptiness where the body's pain was distant and saidin close at hand。
Saidin raged inside Rand； and he loosed it all。 Not to Heal。
〃Rahvin！〃 he screamed； and balefire flew from his hands； molten light thicker than a man； driven by all the Power he could draw。
It struck the Forsaken； and Rahvin ceased to exist。 The Darkhounds in Rhuidean had bee motes before they vanished； whatever kind of life they had had struggling to co