They had doused the fire. Come for you and your friends, I suppose. At Rand's head rose a gray stone cylinder, every bit of three spans high and a full pace thick, covered with The Ogier looked from Rand to Selene, his ears twitching doubtfully, but he took his hands away.
We may have no time at all. Be steadfast. I want to stay with you. That wind.
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