Rand took the interruption to try to regain some control of himself. For the first time in weeks she had no trouble at all in resisting the attraction of saidar. I hold back at nothing. It isn't for you, or anyone else, to question her actions.
And then he entered another room, and the gleeman at the end of it, strumming his harp and reciting a tale from The Great Hunt of the Horn, was Thom Merrilin. Once for mourning, once for birth. Before she managed a second kick, the flames vanished, leaving wispy smoke rising from a charred mass and the smell of burned wool. I'll be glad of your company, Hurin.
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