The officer stared at him, looked at the stairs in consternation. Maybe Rand could have by himself. She realized she was panting, but from alarm, not exertion. Shouting encouragement, she eyed the line of Shaido Wise Ones.
er on oars, one pair or two, or sometimes three/One long, narrow boat that must have had twenty to a side looked like a hundred-legs skittering along. None of the Chosen conversed; they commanded or demanded. They might just find themselves opposing a legend, not to mention whatever sisters besides Corele and Daigian had chosen to follow her. She would cut her own throat first.
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