His head hurt. The room was half full now; even men who liked quiet had been lured out by carnival. Rain drummed on the roof, and thunder growled overhead, and now and again a lightning flash lit the windows. I am not used to this either.
Mat's appetite was as healthy as ever, despite the feverish flush to his face, and the way he shoveled food into his mouth made it look like his last meal before dying. Rand heeled Red's flanks. Nynaeve's eyes widened, and she had just time to start a yell before she dropped, hitting her bed with a loud thud. Though we go to the last embrace of the mother, the Light illumine our way.
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