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You will be able to follow that trail, Hurin. Rand snatched the invitations - there had been so many - without looking at them, took the innkeeper's arm, and turned him toward the door to the hall. Only a lone bench of pale marble, placed as if one man might sit on it to stare at what stood in the middle of the space like a huge upright stone slab. Speak for yourself, Min said.

Well, they were tall enough to warrant the name, once. Rand found the void around him and embraced it, never minding the tantalizing, sickening glow of saidin just out of his sight. Rand stared at them in disbelief. Mistress Madwen's glance flickered to Rand's sword; the bronze herons were plain on scabbard and hilt.