That was what he would have done. For an instant a race hidden behind a red mask filled his vision. Idly, she wished she had had a chance really to enjoy the festival. She was a handsome woman rather than pretty, somewhere in her middle years, and under different circumstances he might have enjoyed looking at her eyes.
It was hardly the sort of woods she remembered from near Baerlon; there were not many real forests anywhere close to the city of Cairhien. Rand blinked, and snatched one hand from the crown to suck on a pricked finger. Did he even remember what a good forge-hammer felt like? There were other things besides Lord Perrin that it might be too late to change. What was that? he demanded, turning from the ivory-inlaid table.
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