Rand stared at him. We haven't had one of those in - oh - four or five hundred years. Thom plucked two strings, wincing. You are washed clean of false pride.
A moment more, and it would have swept him away completely. He walked backwards a few steps, staring at the glow. Moiraine felt a greater shock than on hearing that the Red Ajah wanted her in their hands. Mat opened his mouth and closed it again, and finally said, Well, if they aren't coming after us, I say we go back to Ingtar and get on Fain's trail.
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