But the next step? She shrugged. Would the Great Lord of the Dark appear to them as a man? And masked, besides? Yet the Myrddraal, its very gaze fear, trembled and almost cowered where it stood in the figure's shadow. Lord Rand, they didn't come out again. Rand shook his head.
Even Fades feared to travel the Ways. The Aes Sedai motioned Rand to a high-backed armchair across from her. A curled golden horn, gleaming in the faint light, with inlaid silver script flowing around the mouth of the bell. How long do you mean us to stay in here? The Aes Sedai's honey-colored braids swung as she turned to regard them.
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