Rand stood there, looking at Egwene. The pounding came again. She jerked her hand away from the embroidery and glared at him, brows lowering. Suddenly Bela was stumbling in pitch-blackness, moving so fast the mare almost pitched over on her head.
If he will take you, Min, go with him, Egwene said wearily. Always, if he waited and watched long enough, someone made a mistake. I am sorry, child. Almoth Plain, Liandrin said, and looked surprised that she had spoken.
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