Rand leaped back with a shout, dropping the Avendesora leaf in his haste, and Loial cried out, Machin Shin. This time the Wheel will be broken whatever you do, and the world remade to a new mold. The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills. The bud opened, and saidar filled her with light.
But either takes more effort than it is worth. The old blood sings, Mother, and it sings loudly in the Two Rivers. The Horn of Valere and the dagger Mat needed, both almost within reach of his hand. Light! Min muttered, then raised her voice.
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