I am the Wisdom of Emond's Field! she said aloud. Rand stared, sure, in the dim thoughts floating outside the void, that he was only seeing what he wanted to see. Rand's whisper was lost in the noise of the crowd. Who would have thought it, back in Emond's Field? The Shienarans were gathering around.
The High Lady Suroth? Liandrin said, making it halfway between a question and statement. ls, an abandoned storeroom half filled with empty crates and shadows - he could imagine searchers finding him there. There'll be no bowing. His feet dangled from one of the chairs at the table; he swung them like a boy.
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