He searched the far bank, and his golden eyes almost seemed to shine, but not with eagerness. Or do you want to go after them tonight? Ingtar, Rand said uneasily, I really wasn't trying to take command. Maybe six or eight months ago, he muttered, and it still stinks. The inner door opened, and Leane appeared, without her gilt-flamed staff.
The paring knife turned to mist, and the mist faded away. Nynaeve stood more slowly, shaking her head uneasily. They were alone, only they and the rolling fog. The only way they knew it was him was his head stuck on a spike over the fireplace.
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