Rand sighed. Many of the men milling through the crowded streets were dressed just as darkly as those in the city, but just as many wore coats of red, or blue Knowing who they were, even Changu, would have made it worse. Half had the look of Cairhienin, slight and pale, but Rand heard Andoran accents as well as others he did not know.
With a sigh, Rand got down from his saddle and led Red into the hollow. He did not think the Trolloc and Darkfriends could see him among the evening shadows, or what lay in the street around him; they moved too slowly for that. Stretched. Have you drawn Loial, son of Arent son of Halan, into ta'maral'ailen, the Web the Pattern weaves around you? I .
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