His last thought was regret. The sul'dam and the a'dam are training me. As the door closed behind the Amyrlin, Egwene raised one hand; a tiny flame sprang to life, balanced a hairbreadth above the tip of her forefinger, then danced from fingertip to fingertip. There would be rumors.
They fought at Tarwin's Gap, a month gone, and saved Lord Agelmar when his horse went down with Trollocs all around him. I thank you for the advice, he said dryly. Lord Barthanes is generous. I meant to say that he came to it young.
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