His voice was deep, and as sad as his eyes. Real, and here within Fal Dara's walls. Fool! For a time, boy, I thought you were the one Moiraine wanted, and I even thought I knew why. She doesn't know that.
I'm rash and excitable sometimes myself, as you know. She could always feel it there, waiting for her, like the smell of perfume or the feel of silk, drawing her, drawing her. Before the Red Ajah found him, he woke one morning, and his whole village was smashed flat. The ants I recall in particular.
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