With a vague, distant wondering, Rand saw Loial, still on hands and knees, backing away from the closing gates. I know, Rand said. Agreed, Loial said. All records of the time are fragmentary.
Just somewhere away. Loial? The Ogier shrugged uncertainly and eyed the crowd, his ears twitching. Finally, reluctantly, he closed his eyes and let himself drift, let his thoughts drift, out, away from him. Sheriam Sedai saw the letter, and she says it was a request.
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