The curtains had been partially drawn over the arrowslits, but the gaps let in enough light behind her to make her face hard to see clearly. I don't think Fain knows how to open it, else he'd not have gone to the trouble of carrying the weight when he fled Fal Dara. We can contrive another meeting tomorrow. But, Lord Ingtar, that isn't the way.
And worst of all, a whispering thread through all the rest. I am here, Min said carefully, because I was sent for, and was given the choice between riding and coming tied in a sack. Has Lord Ingtar come? Lord Ingtar, my Lord? Rand took a deep breath and let it out slowly. There was an Aes Sedai there, that tall one who's always with the Amyrlin Seat.
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