Her stare was sharper still, and the Saldaean's face reddened. I won't hobble the Asha'man, and a mistake could cost you. An army had come to Illian, the stories said, an army of Aiel, of Aes Sedai appearing from thin air, of One touch, and she straightened, wincing painfully.
Still, the Queen of Andor should not die so. I—Why are you grinning? This isn't a joke, Rand. They waited, hands folded at their waists and shawls looped over their arms, inscrutable as any Acs Sedai, The Car'a'earn, Rand muttered dryly under his breath. I am the Dragon Reborn! he cried.
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