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685 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published October 20, 1998
Flows of saidin spun across the sky, Wind and Water and Fire. Fire. The sky truly did rain lightning. A hundred bolts at once, hundreds, forked blue-white shafts stabbing down as far as he could see. The hills before him erupted. Some flew apart under the torrent of lightning like kicked anthills. Flames sprung up in the thickets, trees turning to torches in the rain, flames raching through olive orchards.
Springing from the cot, Rand snatched the bundle before Narishma could proffer it. "Did anyone see you?" he demanded. "What took you so long? I expected you last night."
"It took me a while to figure out what I had to do," Narishma replied in a flat voice. "You didn't tell me everything. You nearly killed me."
That was ridiculous. Rand *had* told him everything he needed to know. He was sure of it. There was no point in trusting the man as far as he had, only to have him die and ruin everything. Carefully he tucked the bundle beneath his cot. His hands trembled with the urge to strip the wrapping away, to make sure they held what Narishma had been sent for. The man would not have dared to return if they did not. "Get yourself into a proper coat before you join the others," he said. "And Narishma . . . " Rand straightened, fixing the other man with a steady gaze. "You tell anyone about this, and I *will* kill you."