Her hand touched his back, and he almost shamed himself with a squeak. Padan Fain stared northward out into the night, past the only fire in his camp, smiling a fixed smile that never touched his eyes. He stalked out angrily, not sure whether he was angry with himself, or with Cairhien and its Great Game, or Selene for vanishing, or Moiraine. Golden herons stood on the collars, which were edged with gold.
Their clothes and their weapons came from every Age, but he knew them all. Dirt ramps took the paths over the roots. Stark terror rolled across the woman's face, and Nynaeve's stomach heaved as she suddenly realized the sul'dam had taken her literally. hese Cairhienin we know what's right as well as they do, Lord Rand - they ended with two, one for him alone, with a connecting door.
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