Without waiting to see if anyone else moved, the man who called himself Bors dropped facedown, grunting as he bruised himself on the stone. Why are we just riding deeper into these woods? We have to cross a bridge, or else take ship, if we'r Verin let the invitation fall in her lap. Rand flinched when her gaze crossed him; he felt as if he had been touched.
Only decisions reached in calm can be sure. You sent Verin to shepherd me, but I'm no sheep, Moiraine. I don't think Fain knows how to open it, else he'd not have gone to the trouble of carrying the weight when he fled Fal Dara. Flies crawled all over the table.
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