pulling me to Falme, and there isn't much time. Loial eyed the Eldest warily, then fell in with Rand at the rear of the procession. Perrin peered around the corner at the retreating back of the Aes Sedai. Loial stopped when they reached the wall; it stood twice as high as the Ogier, the stones covered with a whitish plaster.
It is time to begin, she said as they gathered round. Worst of all was Liandrin, the only one who wore her shawl; the others had all packed them away before leaving Fal Dara. Cairhien proper was a sharp contrast to the chaotic bustle of the Foregate. And the work they had done on the boy had not been easy.
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