And again. t marry you? What if he marries some woman you've never seen before, or Elayne, or me? What then? Elayne chortled. Ingtar thinks you are. But it was enough, barely.
The long swells of the Aryth Ocean made Spray roll, but Domon's spread feet balanced him as he held the long tube of the looking glass to his eye and studied the large vessel that pursued them. Reluctantly, Rand formed the void. The Shienaran was slow in answering. He felt alone.
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