The crack disappeared, vines and leaves merging, hiding the blackness of Machin Shin, and the Waygate was only stone again, if stone carved in a nearer semblance of life than seemed possible. It was a weak laugh, but it felt good to have something to laugh at. For a moment Perrin lost the contact in his shock. The Seanchan were outnumbered when they faced the Taraboners, and the Domani, and they won every battle easily, from what I hear.
Muadh's face was enough to soften most men's resolve by itself. The man with the braid half made a protesting gesture, before jerking himself back to stillness. Young to carry a heron-mark blade. No one will force you to enter a third time, child.
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