A mask the color of dried blood covered Ba'alzamon's face, but Rand could see the flames of his eyes through the eyeslits; he could hear the roaring fires of Ba'alzamon's mouth. Hard-walled and high, Fal Dara, both keep and town, never taken, never betrayed. On all of us. The Amyrlin shook her head wonderingly.
Moiraine wants me to be a puppet on Tar Valon strings, a false Dragon for the Aes Sedai. But it was obvious to her that that was not what had him lying there unconscious. With a sigh, Rand got down from his saddle and led Red into the hollow. My Light-cursed eyes! The morning sunlight caught his eyes, and they glinted like burnished gold.
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