There was no worked plaster or fine tapestries here, only bare stone and plain wood. Lan came into her view, then Jaem, the gray-haired Warder's bony arms holding his blade as straight and true as the younger man's. There was nothing, only more of the endless maze. The crowds were beginning to pick up, and there was a nervousness to the people in the street, an extra quickness to their step,
- he pulled his eyes away. Rand stared at him. She bracketed Moiraine, walking as stiffly as a guard. I will do as you say and answer you truly.
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