And, to Rand's horror, she knelt before him. It is time to begin, she said as they gathered round. Nynaeve dashed to the nearest arrowslit and peered down at the outer courtyard. Egwene and Nynaeve back to their training in the Tower, and Mat for whatever the Aes Sedai have to do about that dagger.
As you say, Lord Rand. And the glory. Once they are opened, I will be gone, and the Aes Sedai will never find me. The heron from the hilt of his sword, angry and red, as neatly done as though drawn with an artist's skill.
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