Maybe the Aiel had done the work for him. I— What has Colavaere said about me? Rand asked Sorilea in a too-casual tone. Myrelle holds my bond, now, he said quietly. Perhaps the Great Lord had timed it all exactly, and perhaps, had she been slower.
The rider who appeared on a long-legged gray gelding with bright-fringed bridle and reins was a Cairhienin woman, short and slender in The weather had been hot when he headed north from Cairhien, less than two weeks ago, yet it seemed the Dark One's touch had gained a harder hold, grinding the land more desperately than before. For once, Mat did not really notice. Let them all hear.
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