Vandene shifted some of the books and manuscripts on the table, shaking her head. The Dragon Reborn! We are to kill him, Great Lord? That from the Shienaran, hand grasping eagerly at his side where his sword would hang. He snatched one of the smoldering sticks and hurled himself at the nearest tube. Not letting himself think about the creature, he leaped to the ground, unlimbering his bow.
His hands were busy on the haft of his axe; they seemed to want to be holding something else. He colored, and hoped she did not notice in the dim light. The door exploded in splinters, and Rand ducked away from the flying shards of wood. If there was a storm, it would hinder the Seanchan as much as it did him.
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