Mad, he thought. Even knowing what he could do to help - what he had to do - he hesitated. It fades with time, but the worse the violence, the longer it lasts. Who else could give such an order, Rand al'Thor? Of course, it was Uno who passed it to me, but whose order could it have been? Masema's eyes, fixed on Rand's face, did not blink.
She touched the brand with a finger, but made no comment on it, not even to ask how he had come by it. This chest is old, High Lord - as old as the Age of Legends - and within it lies a treasure such as few eyes have ever seen. And then Min was yelling, too, arms flapping as if trying to ward off blows or beat away stinging insects. If Ingtar came on southward, and Rand knew of no reason for him to turn aside, he would arrive at Cairhien, soon or late.
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