Slipping the stole from her shoulders, she folded it to carry in one hand. And suddenly the why came to her. He wondered whether she had stepped across and dodged back—how else could she stand right on top of what she could not p A slender woman with a smooth face and nearly white hair gathered at the back of her neck had him by sleeve and lapel.
Settling her feet beneath her, she looked up at Rand. Looking up at him through long lashes, she put a hand on his chest, tapping her fingers. Illian belongs to me! The voice boomed in the air, from every direction, and Rand cursed. But one day, Master Cauthon, if it pleases the Light, I think you will walk a rope for me.
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