“The battle fares poorly, doesn’t it?” “Yes.” “So now… we simply hope?” He slipped his hand from hers and reached under his shirt. When an Aes Sedai arrived, they would have to undress him and care for his wounds. Only the stump had been tended to so far, as it was the worst. Galad sighed, then trembled, his hand slipping away from his shirt. Had he been intending to remove it? “Hope…” he whispered, then fell unconscious.
