Half the time he did not understand what women meant when they said things. It would do no good, Rand. Hilt, scabbard, and blade. The Gaidin are stiff-necked and proud, Mother, but useful.
Still, trying to ride back north meant risking Fain and his followers. Rand shook his head, then wished he had not as the landscape flickered back and forth and his stomach lurched. Then she stepped forward, through the arch and into the glow. What is she talking about, Liandrin? Liandrin laid a hand on Nynaeve's shoulder and one on Egwene's.
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