Those three faces gave away little as they watched Mer-ana come from the corner where she had been sealed off. From the Heart of the Stone Rand had drawn Callandor in fulfillment of the Prophecies, then returned it for his own reasons: Returned it, and snared it round with traps woven in saidin. His sword dripped red from half its length. One of us should carry your order to Faolain or Theodrin to ask the questions, very sulky at being made a messenger.
She reminded him of Verin suddenly, that look of a bird examining a worm. They frightened; him because he feared he might give way to the fear and the anger, and then. Or perhaps she simply did not care. If only there was some way you could show me! But you will describe it.
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