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It was exactly like the room he had seen at the other end of the square, down to the stand-lamps and the scenes carved into the marble walls and the long white dais. 740A CROWN OF SWORDSHis hands ran along his spear—an ashandarei, Birgitte called it—unthinkingly fingering the haft as if he might need to defend himself. The350A CROWN OF SWORDSgateway was ten spans of dim tunnel, but her hat stood out among the folk passing through. He had never had the need to, before.

Rand paused with a boot in hand, then stuffed his foot in. She did not want to think about him. Are you com-ing? I'm coming, Perrin said bleakly. Leave me alone, Nerim, he mumbled suddenly.