What do you mean? he demanded. Their thoughts came to him as a whirlpool blend of images and emotions. Everybody wants to use me for something. Don't be a goose, Nynaeve said sharply.
Or thought he did. He's here, Rand assured him. Elayne's face was white. Men running for the courtyards with swords in hand, never looking at him.
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