His bandaged hand made drawing awkward, but he had an arrow loosed almost before his feet were set. To think the Murandians, of all people, would deal with theirs so quickly. Abruptly the breeze was a gale that whipped away Liandrin's angry shout in clouds of dirt and leaves and made the trees bend and groan. You say he has the Horn? I suppose you're after my help again, now that you're tangled with the White Tower once more.
Almost no one ever died of sickness when you were Wisdom. The arrow-and-circle contorted into parallel wavy lines, and he fought it back again. He doubled over, pounding his knee. Or perhaps Alanna; she had been interested in Rand, too.
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