That had never happened before. By the night they reached Medo, the dreams had changed, though. Perhaps in other towns on Toman Head, too, if half what I hear is to be believed. All of the plain coats he had been given were on the packhorses, so the servants said; every coat left in the wardrobe was at least as ornate as the one he wore.
A manner ingrained growing up in the Royal Palace of Cairhien had been heightened, not submerged, by still more years as an Aes Sedai. Both his boys were dead before the week was out - just dead when their mother went to wake them. I, on the other hand, have been taking lessons with Moiraine, so if you don't listen to some sense, Rand al'Thor, I might just set your breeches on fire. Well, perhaps not Agelmar, but anyone else.
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