The blade, slightly curved and single-edged, glittered silvery in the sunlight. She switched to juggling three balls in each hand. Shouts and howls came from half a dozen different directions; signs of search, but none of pursuit. It had a touch of ice in it; he made the air seem warm.
Rand kept pace behind their escorts and wished he could hear. I want answers, not people running for their lives. Never to her face. Women went in and out of a house across the street, women linked by silver leashes, but he ignored them.
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