“I must find Rand,” Moiraine said. “He will need my help. I trust he has done well in my absence?” “I don’t know about that,” Mat said. “He’s half mad and the whole bloody world is at one another’s throats.” Colors swirled. Rand eating a meal with Min. Mat dispelled the image. She raised an eyebrow. “But,” Mat acknowledged, “he’s got most everybody pointed toward the Last Battle. And Verin says he managed to clean the taint from saidin.” “Blessed Light,” Moiraine whispered. “How?”
