Rand opened his eyes to see his friends straightening up out of the knot of dicers. He even found himself telling her about Lan and his sword lessons. Mistress al'Vere sagged into one of the straight-backed chairs. They reached a juncture of hallways at the same time as the Lady Amalisa.
High even before low. And a thick disk the size of a man's hand, half white and half black, a sinuous line separating the colors. She was slender and graceful, with a straight back, and the hair gathered neatly at the nape of her neck was almost white. The Light shine on you, Lord Ingtar of House Shinowa, and may you shelter in the palm of the Creator's hand.
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