Take the trail, Hurin. Ask your next question. And perhaps, Moiraine thought, the Reds were no longer the only ones of whom it was necessary to be wary. Stripped to the waist, Rand al'Thor shivered at the wind's cold caress, and his fingers flexed on the long hilt of the practice sword he held.
Street peddlers rubbed elbows with merchants who had brought wagons in from the inland villages and would not go out again until winter had c Rand frowned, remembering how Egwene had begun following him around when they were both little. He almost did not know her, wearing skirts. The gray stone column stood upright near a beech almost a hundred feet tall and four paces thick; Rand would have thought it a big tree before he saw the Great Trees.
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