I just ran, Nynaeve. I had that made to give you, and now is as good a time as any. Rand was one with the sword. Her voice was calm, but intent.
Why, Dalar spent ten years among the Sea Folk without ever seeing a stedding, and she came safely home. She caught sight of a sul'dam and a damane climbing the street, a yellow-haired woman wearing the bracelet and a dark woman the collar, both yawning sleepily. A man's ring of heavy gold floated above Nynaeve's head, and above Elayne's, a red-hot iron and an axe. A serpent biting its own tail.
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