Be steadfast. Rand opened his mouth to say again he was not a lord, then shut it without speaking. The man who called himself Bors found himself half crouching in the chamber with the others, most watching him, all silent. Walking alongside his horse, the blanket-wrapped chest still strapped to his saddle, the Ogier drew as many looks as the puppets had.
Have they started to search for me, yet? Egwene is not sure they will, but Lan says the Amyrlin Seat is here because of me, and I think I'll take his opinion over hers. Fain had had time to take ship for anyplace he wanted to go. It was as if the air had suddenly jelled, holding him in a cocoon. Light, take care of him.
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