If Rand does not send a reply, Barthanes may be so insulted he will not let us in, even with that parchment in our hands. They drew rein, and the dust began to settle. Sandair made a bow. In the White Tower they sat like spiders in the middle of a web, pulling the strings that made kings and queens dance, meddling.
There will be many Darkfriends in such places. If there is anyone left, perhaps they can tell us what happened here, and maybe a little more about these Seanchan. Mat looked as if he wanted to ask questions, but he let himself be pushed along the dimly lit corridor. Rand heard Loial calling behind them, but he laughed, waved for the Ogier to follow, and galloped on.
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