You have no idea the heights we will scale together, you and I. Not far beyond the Illianer, another woman stood, alone and admirably silent. All of you saddle your horses. Rand gaped at several that stood seven stories or more; they swayed slightly, though the people hurrying in and out did not seem to notice.
Min's was a tall dust-colored gelding, Elayne's a bay mare with an arched neck. Even knowing what he could do to help - what he had to do - he hesitated. But I have cut the strings. Rand stared at the first crack.
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