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looking out the window again. “Me she would have held.”
    Min cringed. Pain, worry. She was thinking of the twisted male
a’dam
that Semirhage had brought, hidden, when she’d come impersonating the Daughter of the Nine Moons. The Forsaken’s disguise had been disrupted by Cadsuane’s
ter’angreal
, allowing Rand to recognize Semirhage. Or, at least, allowing Lews Therin to recognize her.
    The exchange had ended with Rand losing a hand but gaining one of the Forsaken as his prisoner. The last time he’d been in a similar situation, it hadn’t ended well. He still didn’t know where Asmodean had gone or why the weasel of a man had fled in the first place, but Rand did suspect that he had betrayed much about Rand’s plans and activities.
    Should have killed him. Should have killed them all.
    Rand nodded, then froze. Had that been Lews Therin’s thought or his own?
Lews Therin,
Rand thought.
Are you there?
    He thought he heard laughter. Or perhaps it was sobbing.
    Burn you!
Rand thought.
Talk to me! The time is coming. I need to know what you know! How
did
you seal the Dark One’s prison? What went wrong, and why did it leave the prison flawed? Speak to me!
    Yes, that was definitely sobbing, not laughter. Sometimes it was hard to tell with Lews Therin. Rand continued to think of the dead man as a separate individual from himself, regardless of what Semirhage had said. He had cleansed
saidin
! The taint was gone and it could touch his mind no longer. He was
not
going to go insane.
    The descent into terminal madness can be . . . abrupt.
He heard her words again, spoken for the others to hear. His secret was finally out. But Min had seen a viewing of Rand and another man melded together. Didn’t that mean that he and Lews Therin were two separate people, two individuals forced into one body?
    It makes no difference that his voice is real,
Semirhage had said.
In fact, it makes his situation worse.
 . . .
    Rand watched a particular group of six soldiers inspect the horselines that ran along the right side of the green, between the last line of tents and the line of trees. They checked the hooves one at a time.
    Rand couldn’t think about his madness. He also couldn’t think about what Cadsuane was doing with Semirhage. That left only his plans.
The north and the east must be as one. The west and the south must be as one. The two must be as one.
That was the answer he’d received from the strange creatures beyond the red stone doorway. It was all he had to go on.
    North and east. He had to force the lands into peace, whether they wanted it or not. He had a tenuous balance in the east, with Illian, Mayene, Cairhien and Tear all under his control in one way or another. The Seanchan ruled in the south, with Altara, Amadicia and Tarabon under their control. Murandy might soon be theirs, if they were pressing in that direction. That left Andor and Elayne.
    Elayne. She was distant, far to the east, but he could still feel her bundle of emotions in his head. At such a distance, it was difficult to tell much, but he thought she was . . . relieved. Did that mean that her struggle for power in Andor was going well? What of the armies that had besieged her? And what
were
those Borderlanders up to?They had left their posts, joining together and marching south to find Rand, but giving no explanation of what they wanted of him. They were some of the best soldiers west of the Spine of the World. Their help would be invaluable at the Last Battle. But they had left the northlands. Why?
    He was loath to confront them, however, for fear it could mean yet another fight. One he couldn’t afford at the moment. Light! He would have thought that, of all people, he could have depended on the Borderlanders to support him against the Shadow.
    No matter, not for the moment. He had peace, or something close to it, in most of the land. He tried not to think about the recently placated rebellion against him in Tear or the volatility of