Rand only shook his head. What are you, to me? Less than peasants. They can't keep the gates barred forever. It seemed he could still hear Fain's voice, as sharp as if the peddler were standing beside him.
Rand kept his voice level. Another bronze heron stood on the scabbard, and yet another was scribed on the sheathed blade. From now on, you will be at training at this hour every day, as a matter of fact. Nervously, he sought the void, and it came.
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