Rand had indeed seen Lan put himself in harm's way seemingly without regard for his own safety, but far beyond his own life and safety he held those of Moiraine, the Aes Sedai who held his bond. And then again, I have no a clue to them. ho live in brightly painted wagons and follow a totally pacifist philosophy called the Way of the Leaf. She had never had a clear enough sight of them to see the glow of channeling, but it had to be.
That gave him another sort of chill. Peasants, Tavolin muttered, staring straight ahead in disgust. He gestured to the squarish shape on his packhorse, still wrapped in the huge, striped blanket in which his people had found it. The Amyrlin nodded.
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