Rand hesitated. The void trembled and shrank, steadied, then wavered again. The burial was simple. She had heard the talk in the women's apartments about a suitable wife for Rand.
Domon turned back to peering up into the town, toward where the damane were held. If he will take you, Min, go with him, Egwene said wearily. He did not think that Rand, whatever he had become, whatever had happened to him, would abandon that chase. Stone bridges and ramps pierced the balustrade, each with a stone post beside it marked with a single line in Ogier script.
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