Galad found himself in a very cold place. He had seen men die, he had lost friends. This hurt more. Light, but it did. He had loved his brother, loved him deeply—and Gawyn, unlike Elayne, had returned the sentiment. “I will bring you to safety, Gawyn,” Galad said, picking him up, shocked to find tears in his eyes. “I will not be left without a brother.” Gawyn coughed. “You won’t be. You have another brother, Galad. One you do not know. A son of … Tigraine … who went into the Waste … Son of a Maiden. Born on Dragonmount.…” Oh, Light. “Don’t hate him, Galad,” Gawyn whispered. “I always hated
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