I should have done something. If his gold-embroidered red coat made him stand out inside the walls, it fit right into the Foregate. Desperately he reached for the flickering light. Moiraine's white mare, Aldieb, stepped daintily beside the stallion.
Rand leaned across the table toward him. His mind darted back and forth. Words sprang to his lips like a charm against danger-they were a charm, though a thin reed against what What? I don't mind, he said.
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