That was the last they had seen or smelled of Rand or the other two. It should be possible to calculate a reasonable approximation. Bayle Domon watched the rising sun from the deck of his ship. Are you all right, my Lord? Rand brushed his forehead with fingertips.
Min, find your horse. Liandrin ignored them all. The murmur among the heroes rose. And Loial.
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