She did not blink. Without thinking, Rand was on his feet. Moiraine was one herself. Ingtar had told them to avoid anything that might slow them down, and Whitecloaks asking questions would certainly do that, even if they could manage answers that satisfied.
She could not make out Spray; she prayed it was still there, and ready. 'Let whosoever sounds me think not of glory, but only of salvation. I am not the Dragon, Father of Lies! he said hoarsely. As they approached .
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