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He swallowed, meeting Ingtar's gaze. She had found a few candles, too, now burning on a table stuck in their own tallow. Stand! The man who called himself Bors scrambled up awkwardly, but halfway to his feet, he hesitated. To be filled with the One Power, to be one with the storm.

And help when they start asking questions about me, too. Her face wore no expression at all. The Seanchan have her prisoner. Loial groaned, too.