CHAPTER49What Was Meant To BeRand opened his eyes and found himself staring up at sunlight slanting through the branches of a leatherleaf, its broad, tough leaves still green despite the time of year. Perhaps I will go back to Andor. He backed away from the door, clutching his sword before him in both hands. Verin glanced at Perrin, and he shifted uneasily.
Don't you see why there are always children sick? If she can't make you afraid of her, she makes you think you need her for the children. How can I go? Rand asked her. Fortune prick me, could I make it out of the harbor without a damane rips Spray to splinters, I can. Perhaps you will find yourself among us, one day.
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