The Amyrlin touched the fractured seal, and her voice grew tight, as if she were forcing herself to speak. Three thin red lines stung on his ribs, and another burned his shoulder. She lay sprawled weakly across the cantle of her saddle, cheeks wet with tears, sobbing into Bela's mane. There will come a time when you must achieve a goal at all costs.
A dog no longer! He heard the others shifting uneasily around the fire, but he ignored them. From what Moiraine tells me, you leaped into it as soon as you knew you could, fumbling your way through the dark with never a thought of whether there was a bottomless pit under your next step. Well, if Moiraine thinks it's safe enough for you, I suppose it is safe enough for me. He turned back to the camp.
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