Rand rode with grim determination, avoiding conversation with Verin. He paused, frowning, thinking things through. Apparently Min had not dropped her voice enough, for there was a growl from Nynaeve. Gathering itself, the thing bounded toward him down the stream in great, splashing leaps.
She said it as if it had some significance, but went right on anyway. In truth, she could not imagine how the people could fight. It can take hold of a man-I know how it can-and that is not the way. Reach them? Shaking his head, he peeked around the corner again.
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