Whitecloaks! They wasted only an instant staring at him in disbelief before they were scrambling into their saddles. Turak spun his blade easily, a full circle one way, then the other, his long-nailed fingers moving delicately on the hilt. The Amyrlin appeared, striding across the crowded courtyard with Leane and her staff, and Lord Agelmar at her shoulder. A big, rumpled bed was shoved against one wall, and the rest of the room was all but taken up by a pair of wardrobes, several brass-bound trunks and chests, a table and two wooden chairs.
She's from Watch Hill. We didn't see anyone moving then either, my Lord. Pain beat at the void inside him, and he tried to crawl deeper into the emptiness. I suppose Lord Ingtar is Verin Sedai's Warder? We are who we said we are, Rand said, and grimaced.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.