Rand was not sure if the building would stand up much longer. Spray slid down the last real sea swell and into the quieter waters of the harbor. Never once have you used my bond to compel me. It looked like any dry, polished stone, but it felt curiously slick, like oiled metal.
Staring at the shadowed stone slab, the Waygate, he was startled to hear boots thump to the ground beside him. I thought you might wish to see this, Mother. The Amyrlin will be seeing all three, Nynaeve. He had begun to have visions of armies of blue-eyed women with swords.
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