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She could not let that happen The wo for Rand’s death, but the Queen could not be so squea

"I realize it will be difficult to administer two nations," Elayne said "But I ood of both thrones"

She turned and met Dyelin’s eyes, and the older woman nodded slowly "It seems you are co to need reliable use of Traveling if I’ for me with Sumeko and Alise We need to discuss the future of the Kin"

Chapter 12

An Ee in the Stone of Tear, enjoying the warh it ith humidity and the scents of the city below The Tairens had been calling the weather "chilly," which ood Andoran winter, with snow piled up at the sides of buildings and icicles hanging from the eaves?

All that could be said of the weather lately was that it was less sweltering than usual The war to do with the heat in the air

Sunlight shone upon the city In the Stone’s courtyards, Defenders in their striped sleeves and breeches kept stopping and looking up toward the open sky The clouds still lurked on the horizon, but they were broken around the city in an unnatural ring Perfectly circular

The warht

"How can you just sit there?" Nynaeve demanded

Min turned her head The as wide open, and the walls of the Stone were thick Min sat on the sill with her knees bent, her bare toes touching the wall on the other side Her boots and stockings lay on the floor beside a stack of books

Nynaeve paced the rooes and storms, wars and desolation, but Min wondered if it had ever survived anything quite like Nynaeve al’Meara in a pique The dark-haired Aes Sedai had spent the last three days stalking through the corridors like a crackling thunderhead, inti servants

"Three days," Nynaeve said "Three days he’s been gone! The Last Battle loo," Min said softly "Rand knohere he is"

"You do as well," Nynaeve said, her voice curt

"I’ you to him, Nynaeve"

"And why not? Surely you can’t--"

"He needs to be alone"

Nynaeve cut off She walked over to the corner table and poured herself a cup of chilled Tre black Chilled tea That see cold days

Min turned her eyes northward again, into the distant, cloud-sh the bond, she was looking directly at him Was he in Andor, perhaps? Or in the Borderlands? She’d been tempted to use the bond to seek hiuish Pain deeper than the wounds in his side Agony, anger and despair In those erous than he ever had before Not even that night--when he’d knelt above her, strangling her with one hand--had he been as frightening

And then…