“My Lord—” Weiramon began. “I want you to deliver a message for me,” Rand said. “To the others of your…association. Tell them that they cannot hide among my allies any longer.” Weiramon tried to bluster, but Rand took a step closer. Weiramon’s eyes opened wide, and Anaiyella cried out, shading her face. “Tell them,” Rand continued, voice soft but demanding, “that I am no longer blind.” “Why…” Anaiyella said. “Why are you letting us go?” “Because today is a day of reunion,” Rand said. “Not a day of death. Go.”
