In that moment of doubt and confusion, Liandrin struck. As Egwene and Nynaeve turned to obey, a servant appeared at Lord Agelmar's shoulder with a silver chalice. Shivering, Rand hurried toward the door to safety, careless of whom he bumped into now. A fine hero I make.
Shrugging into the coat he had kept out-it was a deep, dark green, and made him think of the forests at He did not move a muscle, but he felt as if he were quivering with the rush of the One Power into him. Please, Rand, you must come away. A cage hung over the side of one of the towers, with a man sitting in it despondently, legs dangling through the bars.
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