RENNA (pulling Egwene's chain): "You see, damane ? Your friends come to die. Show them. Burn them."

RAND: "I am the Dragon Reborn. Not your weapon. Not your puppet. Not your slave ."

RENNA: (Gasping) "You can't—the leash obeys the master—"

Nynaeve grabs a ter'angreal (a jagged, obsidian knife from Liandrin's cache). She touches it to the collar. A scream. The woman collapses—alive, but her ability to channel is gone, burned out. Nynaeve looks horrified at what she's done.

EGWENE: (Weakly) "You're late."