Does the thought of a few more days in my company seem so onerous? Rand stared at the chest. If men were all as fumble-footed and helpless as you seem to think, we'd never - Are you going to stand here talking until they do find you? Pick up your things, Rand, and come with me. Surely he doesn't believe that tale about me being a lord. Nynaeve will look after her.
Suddenly the bells stopped ringing, and he skipped a step. He looked and sounded sick, his cheeks flushed and tight, but he managed a grin. Everyone was miserable except for Verin, who appeared too lost in thought to even notice that her hood had slid back, exposing her face to the rain. The false Dragon! He has been gentled, Egwene.
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