Rand could, of course, but he was Rand, and the Dragon Reborn besides. Being chosen to sit a second time was nearly unheard of, but Romanda was not one to let power reside anywhere outside her own hands if she could manage. He should have sent Fedwin, with a letter. Rand thrust his hands high and channeled.
As she finished speaking she gave a small start for some reason and eyed the innkeeper sideways, which set off nly did—told him there had been a battle that morning, in the Cordese Hills west of the city, she thought. Obviously one of the Warders had been keeping guard and given warning. It mattered little whether she had been hunting some sign ofAn Oath261iiMoghedien, though that would have been insanely foolish, or something else; nothing was nothing.
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