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He closed his eyes and concentrated on The Queen's Blessing； on his bed； on himself asleep in his bed。 When he opened his eyes the door was still there。 The echoing splashes came on his heartbeat； as if his pulse counted time for them。 He sought the flame and the void； as Tam had taught him； and found inner calm； but nothing outside of him changed。 Slowly he opened the door and went in。
Everything was as he remembered it in the room that seemed burned out of the living rock。 Tall； arched windows led onto an unrailed balcony； and beyond it the layered clouds streamed like a river in flood。 The black metal lamps； their flames too bright to look at； gleamed； black yet somehow as bright as silver。 The fire roared but gave no heat in the fearsome fireplace； each stone still vaguely like a face in torment。
All was the same； but one thing was different。 On the polished tabletop stood three small figures； the rough； featureless shapes of men； as if the sculptor had been hasty with his clay。 Beside one stood a wolf； its clear detail emphasized by the crudeness of the man…shape； and another clutched a tiny dagger； a point of red on the hilt glittering in the light。 The last held a sword。 The hair stirring on the back of his neck； he moved close enough to see the heron in exquisite detail on that small blade。
His head jerked up in panic； and he stared directly into the lone mirror。 His reflection was still a blur； but not so misty as before。 He could almost make out his own features。 If he imagined he was squinting； he could nearly tell who it was。
〃You've hidden from me too long。〃
He whirled from the table； breath rasping his throat。 A moment before he had been alone； but now Ba'alzamon stood before the windows。 When he spoke caverns of flame replaced his eyes and mouth。
〃Too long； but not much longer。〃
〃I deny you；〃 Rand said hoarsely。 〃I deny that you hold any power over me。 I deny that you are。〃
Ba'alzamon laughed； a rich sound rolling from fire。 〃Do you think it is that easy？ But then； you always did。 Each time we have stood like this； you have thought you could defy me。〃
〃What do mean； each time？ I deny you！〃
〃You always do。 In the beginning。 This contest between us has taken place countless times before。 Each time your face is different； and your name； but each time it is you。〃
〃I deny you。〃 It was a desperate whisper。
〃Each time you throw your puny strength against me； and each time； in the end； you know which of us is the master。 Age after Age； you kneel to me； or die wishing you still had strength to kneel。 Poor fool； you can never win against me。〃
〃Liar！〃 he shouted。 〃Father of Lies。 Father of Fools if you can't do better than that。 Men found you in the last Age； in the Age of Legends； and bound you back where you belong。〃
Ba'alzamon laughed again； peal after mocking peal； until Rand wanted to cover his ears to shut it out。 He forced his hands to stay at his sides。 Void or no； they were trembling when the laughter finally stopped。
〃You worm； you know nothing at all。 As ignorant as a beetle under a rock； and as easily crushed。 This struggle has gone on since the moment of creation。 Always men think it a new war； but it is just the same war discovered anew。 Only now change blows on the winds of time。 Change。 This time there will be no drifting back。 Those proud Aes Sedai who think to stand you up against me。 I will dress them in chains and send them running naked to do my bidding； or stuff their souls into the Pit of Doom to scream for eternity。 All but those who already serve me。 They will stand but a step beneath me。 You can choose to stand with them； with the world groveling at your feet。 I offer it one more time； one last time。 You can stand above them； above every power and dominion but mine。 There have been times when you made that choice； times when you lived long enough to know your power。〃
Deny him！ Rand grabbed hold to what he could deny。 〃No Aes Sedai serve you。 Another lie！〃
〃Is that what they told you？ Two thousand years ago I took my Trollocs across the world； and even among Aes Sedai I found those who knew despair； who knew the world could not stand before Shai'tan。 For two thousand years the Black Ajah has dwelt among the others； unseen in the shadows。 Perhaps even those who claim to help you。〃
Rand shook his head； trying to shake away the doubts that came welling up in him； all the doubts he had had about Moiraine； about what the Aes Sedai wanted with him； about what she planned for him。 〃What do you want from me？〃 he cried。 Deny him！ Light help me deny him！
〃Kneel！〃 Ba'alzamon pointed to the floor at his feet。 〃Kneel； and acknowledge me your master！ In the end； you will。 You will be my creature； or you will die。〃
The last word echoed through the room； reverberating back on itself； doubling and redoubling； till Rand threw up his arms as if to shield his head from a blow。 Staggering back until he thumped into the table； he shouted； trying to drown the sound in his ears。 〃Noooooooooooo！〃
As he cried out； he spun； sweeping the figures to the floor。 Something stabbed his hand； but he ignored it； stomping the clay to shapeless smears underfoot。 But when his shout failed； the echo was still there； and growing stronger： die…die…die…die…die…DIE…DIE…DIE…DIE…DIE…DIE…DIE…DIE…DIE…DIE…DIE
The sound pulled on him like a whirlpool； drawing him in； ripping the void in his mind to shreds。 The light dimmed； and his vision narrowed down to a tunnel with Ba'alzamon standing tall in the last spot of brightness at the end； dwindling until it was the size of his hand； a fingernail； nothing。 Around and around the echo whirled him； down into blackness and death。
The thump as he hit the floor woke him； still struggling to swim up out of that darkness。 The room was dark； but not so dark as that。 Frantically he tried to center on the flame； to shovel fear into it； but the calm of the void eluded him。 Tremors ran down his arms and legs； but he held the image of the single flame until the blood stopped pounding in his ears。
Mat was tossing and twisting on his bed； groaning in his sleep。 〃。。。deny you； deny you； deny you 。。。〃 It faded off into unintelligible moans。
Rand reached out to shake him awake； and at the first touch Mat sat up with a strangled grunt。 For a minute Mat stared around wildly； then drew a long； shuddering breath and dropped his head into his hands。 Abruptly he twisted around； digging under his pillow； then sank back clutching the ruby…hilted dagger in both hands on his chest。 He turned his head to look at Rand； his face hidden in shadow。 〃He's back； Rand。〃
〃I know。 〃
Mat nodded。 〃There were these three figures 。。。〃
〃I saw them； too。〃
〃He knows who I am； Rand。 I picked up the one with the dagger； and he said； 'So that's who you are。' And when I looked again； the figure had my face。 My face； Rand！ It looked like flesh。 It felt like flesh。 Light help me； I could feel my own hand gripping me； like I was the figure。〃
Rand was silent for a moment。 〃You have to keep denying him； Mat。〃