What would you say if I told you you could still be a part of it? A big part? Loial stirred uneasily. Saidin crooned, and the light in the sphere beat like a heart. Liandrin's eyes settled on Nynaeve. The back was smooth and cool to the touch-he only brushed his hand against it quickly-but the front had been carved by an artist's hands.
So long as you try to interfere, it will not stop. A fine hero I make. There were too many people in clothes from too many lands, all of them hurrying. A nice, fat golden crown for what you know.
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