Hurin turned his horse, refusing even to look at the spire any longer. It may be the Pattern demanded these extra days. The Seven Towers were broken now, and the Thousand Lakes the lair of unclean things. Loial complied, and Rand nodded.
He had to end it before Turak finally did. Whitecloaks! They wasted only an instant staring at him in disbelief before they were scrambling into their saddles. I walk in the Light, and you cannot touch me! Ba'alzamon leaned on his staff and looked at Rand a moment, then moved to stand over Loial and Hurin, peering down at them. I had made arrangements for you to be taken care of, but as you are here, you are here.
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