The Shienarans spread out, lances ready, watching in all directions. 'He reached out and touched the herons embroidered on Rand's high collar. Those who might save you will be carried far across the Aryth Ocean. Cheers rose on every side, crashing against the walls of the keep like breaking waves.
It had seemed as if he were truly alive then, sickliness and all, and now was only an imitation. As you have summoned me, Mother, so have I come. And they said it took your temper burning to get to the heart of what you can do. You have the sublety of a tavern wench, Alaine hissed at her, and immediately was smiling up at Rand.
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