Still, he had gone to the garden, and it was nothing to do with the Trolloc attack that was worrying him now. I like the woman, Nynaeve; I do. She could not see how it was done. Ever so carefully, even more carefully than he had come in, Rand began to walk out of the camp, behind Loial and the chest.
The books will have to burn, Rand. Growing old, he thought. Rand peered at the sketched wheel as Ingtar went on with his instructions. She turned Nynaeve to face the arch, but she did not step back immediately.
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