Down the billowing fog, as if it were the side of a mountain, rode shapes on horses. She gave me the choice. The Aes Sedai motioned Rand to a high-backed armchair across from her. If you intend to strike at me again, remember to make it a small blow, for you will feel it twice as hard as I.
She didn't ask. Rand, I'd never tell anyone about - about you. Rand saw villages, from one hilltop to another, with a mile or more of up-and-down country between, but there was never one close enough to make out the people in the streets. My Lady's chest of clothes, Rand said with a grin and a bow.
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