He remembered what Lan had said. Go on! Go find your trees, and your precious groves, if they haven't all been cut down, and good riddance to them if they have. The blue-eyed woman glanced at the leash trailing from her neck to Nynaeve's wrist, then glared up at her contemptuously. Pain beat at the void inside him, and he tried to crawl deeper into the emptiness.
I don't see her, Rand. Anaiya explained that just now they must attend the Amyrlin Seat. But Lord Ingtar - - does what he has to, Rand said sharply. Too bad you did not ask a few minutes ago.
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