The Amyrlin shook herself as if to throw off her own words. Even if she began right after I saw her, she would barely have time to bathe and change. And then Min was yelling, too, arms flapping as if trying to ward off blows or beat away stinging insects. Ah, there you are, Rand al'Thor.
The place where you stand lies in the shadow of Shayol Ghul. The silence stretched on in the room after Rand left until it was broken by a long breath from the Amyrlin. Thank you, Rand said, still staring at the seal. Sometimes, to Perrin's eyes, the crescent crest on the Shienaran's helmet looked like a Trolloc's horns.
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