The Mistress of Novices seemed expectant, perhaps even a little impatient. A great and wise woman, who deserves better than me to serve her. Go, Rand, Ingtar said. She seemed to have less trouble following Loial in the failing light than Rand did.
There was a slice half carved from the roast, the fork still standing stuck in the meat and the carving knife lying partway in the platter as if dropped. He laughs again, and tells funny stories, about Emond's Field folk, and sometimes about places I never heard of before. It was that, all of it together, that had first convinced him he was not imagining things, that had had him on guard Rand strode down the street so fast that Loial did not have to shorten his stride to stay beside him.
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