There have been legends of them, swollen tales of swords that seemed to have a power of their own. Let them know the last embrace of the mother, at least. With a wary look at the soldiers - they sat their horses rigidly in two long files; Rand wondered what they wou The shape of a sleeping man lay close by to the gleam, but that was not what held his eye.
I have another man to kill, first. Some of the Warders were out there, looking over their mounts, and on the other side of the courtyard, Ingtar stood with a knot of Shienarans around him in armor. Are you Dena? Rand asked. Big enough and more not to feel crowded, except when shared with a Warder.
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