Lying there in his blankets, he stared northward. And an Aiel will give you that blue-eyed stare and tell you there is no place on earth he would rather be. They do not put up much fight, my Lord Captain, Byar said, either these Taraboners or what is left of the Domani. Ba'alzamon, if you want.
I thought I saw him when we rode in, but I do not remember anyone among the prisoners who looked like a blacksmith. The storm felt distant, too far off for her to feel at all. After the disruption, death, and destruction caused by the War of the Hundred Years, a third calendar came into being. Ba'alzamon (bah-AHL-zah-mon): In the Trolloc tongue, Heart of the Dark.
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