14/02/2026 07:12

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From the Borderlands, you say. There were half a dozen children, boys and girls, from nearly grown down to barely tall enough to look over the table. There was an Aes Sedai there, that tall one who's always with the Amyrlin Seat. He looked at each of them in turn.

How? Saidin? The Power? He shivered. They should resist. He spoke of the glory they would have, their names remembered in story and history, in gleemen's tales and bards' songs, the men who found the Horn. Do you intend to go hit rabbits over the head, or do you still insist that club is a bow? The other guard shifted to stand more in front of the gate.