But all I ever wanted was to keep Shienar whole, to keep us from being swept away and forgotten. Honor to you both, Nisura said, bowing her head slightly. I don't know, Nynaeve. And when he straightened and saw Rand, the eyes that widened were sharp and blue.
Please, Light, he's still waiting. There were only a few trees close by, and a morning breeze ruffled foliage with a little more color than the leaves had had in Tar Valon. Truly there are wonders in the White Tower of which we do not dream. A small, age-dark ivory carving of a man holding a sword.
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