If you let anything happen to you, Rand al'Thor, I'll give Cadsuane a hand whether she needs one or not. In Cairhien, maybe in most lands, ordinary folk could be crushed unnoticed where the mighty walked. The Maidens stared at Rand, and began talking with their hands, sometimes laughing softly. Not so Berelain.
She channeled, and the scrawny cutpurse doubled over, clutching himself and squealing like a pig in briars. Maybe a lot of you. The earthen banks gave way to a large open area where brightly lacquered coaches and sedan chairs waited under the watchful eyes of drivers and bearers. Even the cutpurse hobbled off as fast as he could.
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