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Of young Maire, I know nothing except that one morning she was here, and before nightfall, she was nowhere to be found and none knew where she had gone. At an easy lope, Sevanna led her half of the Wise Ones to the east side of the battle, if it could be called that yet. Rand was not really Rand anymore, it seemed. When he finally reached the small, shaded courtyard where they had been meeting each morning beside a tiny round poo

A thousand unseen eyes seemed to watch from windows like gouged eye sockets, to watch with a nearly palpable sense of anticipation. Of course the witches were conferring with him! He was their creation, their puppet. He thought he might fall into her eyes and be lost. A month or more.