Rand held out his hand, and Hurin laid the two folded parchments in it. If you find anyone, bring them to me in the square. The man do look soft, but he be as hard as iron, and as coldhearted. Mat was the only one who seemed eager, almost desperately so.
A dozen high-collared coats of the finest wool and as well cut as any he had ever seen on a merchant's back or a lord's, most embroidered like feastday clothes. Rand felt as if he had something caught in his throat; he could not swallow, and he wanted to, badly. Abruptly Egwene found herself remembering a tale Rand had told, a tale she had not believed, about falling off a wall into a garden and meeting . I'm glad of anybody's company who isn't afraid of me.
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