But, why? I haven't gone over to the enemy, if that is what you are thinking. How many times have you said that ta'veren pull those around them like twigs in a whirlpool? Perhaps I was pulled, too. No, you don't. Shaggy-haired Perrin Aybara, with heavy shoulders and thick arms from his work as a blacksmith's apprentice.
There were hard eyes in those so very ordinary faces. Rand could hear the steady tread of the Seanchan's boots, now. See also damane; a dam; Seanchan. A grizzled man trotted away from those holding the prisoners.
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