Reluctantly, he assumed the void, reached for the True Source, was filled with the One Power. Fain on the seat of his big peddler's wagon wheeling across the Wagon Bridge, arriving in Emond's Field the day of Winternight. My father, he thought with a sense of loss, and emptiness filled him. Taking a deep breath, Rand proffered the invitation.
Not all Aes Sedai were like the tales, but how many, and which?The Aes Sedai who came to the tent each night were so mixed that they did not help at all in clearing her thoughts. Only the Empress herself has a finer collection. Trot, then ride. I've fought them, and I know.
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