He blinked and stepped back hurriedly, clearing his throat. I will find the Horn of Valere, as I swore to, have no fear. There came a chopping sound, and when he returned, he carried a straight length of sapling shorn of its branches. To think the Murandians, of all people, would deal with theirs so quickly.
Rand released his hold on the other man and sagged back against the stable wall. The Ogier straightened easily with the weight, lifting Rand's head just high enough to see over the top of the wall. Dark-eyed warriors, their heads shaven except for a topknot bound with a leather cord, did not run, but haste filled their steps and their faces shone with an excitement normally reserved for battle. He wished he could stop thinking, and before he realized it, the void had formed within him, making thoughts distant things, as if part of someone else.
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