The smell of a stew made from turnips, onions, and dried meat settled over the camp. Rand's thoughts floated outside the void, apart from himself, hardly noticed. quick feet to kneel with downcast head beside the High Lord, offering a single steaming cup on a lacquered tray. Light help me, I killed two men.
Since that skirmish with the Aes Sedai. The way back will come but once. know, for each is a thread in the pattern I mean to weave, and it will be up to you to see that they are placed as I command. Sparse forest covered the rolling land, and the smoke of the burning leatherleaf was soon only a smudge in the sky behind them.
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