The seven Ogier seated on the dais directly in front of the door made it shrink a little by their size, but Rand still felt as if he were in a cavern. Wringing her hands, she turned from Ingtar to the Aiel and back. The Aiel laughed suddenly, mirthlessly. Her smile faded to seriousness, but her voice kept its own measured calm.
Once he follows Fain's trail to the Horn . Nothing of Trayal remains but his body. You can't help it. How many have seen that? he demanded.