She traced one symbol, a little larger than the others, with a finger. Nynaeve felt as if she had been hit in the head, blow after dazing blow. mes here? Who comes here? Who comes here? The woman beside the palanquin tapped her staff three times in reply. He was not entirely certain, himself, but surely a man who seemed to have wolves fight for him could be nothing else.
Like most people who had never been to the Borderlands, Nieda did not believe in Trollocs. She's Cairhienin, Rand. Loial walked beside him, saying nothing. He left it unsaid.
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