Does the thought of a few more days in my company seem so onerous? Rand stared at the chest. In the dark, his eyes widened. And this one the personal seal of Lord Barthanes, who is next to the King himself in power. Manetheren's long dead and forgotten, Lan.
All right, it's Moiraine! I wouldn't even be here if not for her, and she won't as much as talk to me. Honor to serve, my Lord. Gaping, he followed it up with his eyes, up through the forest canopy, to branches spreading like the top of a gigantic mushroom a good hundred paces above the ground. The room was bare except for the table and benches and shelves, with straw on the floor and another iron-bound door leading deeper in.
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