That name is never spoken, Egeanin said with a dangerous softness. He opened his mouth to call out, then shut it again quickly. Not this, she said. I don't know why it should be.
They rode away leaving the dead Myrddraal where it hung, the wind stirring its black cloak. A wise decision, Rand, Selene said, and well thought out. He would not fall to his knees; he would not give her the satisfaction. One of the seals on the Dark One's prison, she said finally, reluctantly.
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