Wishing for an Aes Sedai. Horses and people filled the narrow streets, jostling to the docks past villagers who knelt whenever an unseeing Aes Sedai sped by. Rand sighed. Closing her eyes, Nynaeve slowly lowered herself back to the bed.
I am Lord Rand of House al'Thor, he said all in a rush, to get it over with. You always seem to be in the women's apartments, or in company. There had not been a coat to fit him in the clothes they had found, and he thought it best to keep the fine silver embroidery on his sleeves and the herons on his collar hidden. The men snarled at them, guttural curses as bad as any Rand had heard from merchants' guards.
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