He poked at some horse droppings and grunted. The knee-high boots fit as if he had worn them a year. Impossible, Adeleas snapped. Egwene's father had a big map back at home, a map Rand had pored over more than once, dreaming before he found out what the dreams were like when they came true.
She wished it was Moiraine doing the teaching. Mother, I cannot understand this apparent alliance between the Greens and the Reds. Tam is my father, no matter what anybody says. Why does she have to keep talking about legends? Stubbornly, he forced himself to go on.
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