A picture flashed in Nynaeve's head of Alsbet Luhhan and her husband, Haral, the blacksmith. Hurin only nodded as if including himself in Ingtai s words. We must hurry, Rand. It seems they put notions of the world beyond the next village into her head, and she ran away to come be an Aes Sedai.
More ale for you, Bayle? He nodded numbly, though his mug was still almost full, and she trundled off. The last, Lews Therin. Not that the Longing was taking me, you understand. Far Dareis Mai (FAHR DAH-rize MY): Literally Maidens of the Spear.
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