To think the Murandians, of all people, would deal with theirs so quickly. Rand gaped at the size of it, a smooth ball-he was sure not so much as a scratch marred its surface-at least twenty paces through. The Portal Stone itself was weathered, but the symbols covering it were still clear enough to make out. The Lady Selene is from Cairhien, from the capital, and I am from Andor.
She was laughing, too, but her laughter ceased abruptly as her eye fell on Egwene and Elayne. She gave him a level look, one that would have set him stammering a year ago. He wrenched the axe from Cole's hand and threw it clattering onto the deck. Domon began to sweat.
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