The extraneous thought fluttered through the void on waves of light, disturbing the emptiness, and as if the Warder could read Rand's mind, the practice sword whirled in Lan's hands. I will not punish you further this time, since I should have been on guard with a newly caught damane. Some words, the fellow said softly, are never used to the High Lord. Any one of them was nearly twice as tall as he, strong enough to break him to flinders with one hand, yet they edged back, still crouching.
Compelled, he breathed softly, angrily. Egwene, Renna said. The tufts on his ears drooped, and the ends of his eyebrows were down on his cheeks. Still holding the Horn and the dagger, Turak looked at the cabinet, then away.
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