The memory of killing Aravh along with the priest of the Way and the Torrlonder soldiers who had attacked her and her men was as strong and fresh as ever. The scene had revisited her in nightmares since. Even now it flashed before her: The bright, terrible almakhti she had called forth rent the air. Their cries and the smell of their burnt flesh were as vivid as on the day it happened. Their agony and sudden knowledge of death screamed in her mind. Suppressing a shudder, she reminded herself of her present purpose and walked on.
