Rand al'Thor. The iron rod clattered back onto its hook, and he made a formal bow. Loial's voice sounded strained. Then she was done, and the ter'angreal was still there, still waiting.
I will saddle your mare. He pulled his head out of her hands. Rand grimaced. Snatching his coat from the floor, he started for the door.
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