How can I go? Rand asked her. He sipped his kaf and waited. Her voice was coolly confident. The boy's a shepherd.
I myself will not cross it. I assure you, he will want to see it, and me, personally. But why, Ingtar? Why? Moiraine's hand was bright and clear in it, hers and the Amyrlin's, pushing him along the path they had chosen, but he had to ask. Beads of sweat glistened on Amalisa's forehead.
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