After a time, Egwene said, Liandrin Sedai, what if we encounter the Black Wind? Min mouthed the word questioningly, but Elayne gave a squeak. The iron lock spun across the farmhouse floor, and Rand dropped the hot teakettle as a huge figure with ram's horns on its head loomed in the doorway with the darkness of Winternight behind it. ' Either we go naked in the storm, or cling to a protection that will scourge us. It is not real.
If you refuse to follow him, he says he will hound your blood, and your people, and those you love until you will face him. Let Ingtar have the Horn. Yes, I suppose I should. That's it.
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