You go so soon? Verin Sedai, can I not entreat you to stay longer? Verin shook her head. I'm his guest, he went on to Ragan. Fain had had time to take ship for anyplace he wanted to go. Beside her, Elayne stopped, too, and her hand tightened on Egwene's.
There you are, she said briskly to Moiraine, and gestured to the door behind her. The lathes of Lan's practice sword flexed and bent - ever so slowly, it seemed to Rand - then shattered, sharp points oozing toward his heart, jagged lathes piercing his skin. The quarter smelled of hemp and pitch from the shipyards and docks, and sour harbor mud, all of it made fiercer by heated air that seemed nearly damp enough to drink. And for me.
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