Underneath the head of the Ebou Dari charge, the street suddenly erupted, paving stones and men and horses flying into the air with a deafening roar. For a moment, he had thought she meant to thump him with it. Shoving the- voice back, Rand sent one of the Maidens, Nerilea, a square-faced woman, into the palace and began pacing alongside the wagons, thoughts spinning again, faster than before. Every Sitter who was not informed fled the Tower and joined the rebels.
Truth, you would have thought he insisted on silk and fine embroidery, the way he had had those wagons searched top to bottom, yesterday and this morning. A small smile added672A CROWN OF SWORDSmore curve to her lips. Juilin strode though the crowd purposefully, a dark, hard man using a slender bamboo staff as tall as himself for a walking stick. Whether or not Rand was still completely sane, though, if a Maiden who came to fight for him had been
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