The Aes Sedai motioned Rand to a high-backed armchair across from her. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the Mountains of Dhoom. Out of the clay at the bottom of the pit slanted a gigantic stone hand holding a crystal sphere, and it was this that shone with the last sunlight. Three drops, sheepherder, don't pour it.
Every one with nowhere to go except to follow him. The Ogier shrugged massively, and uneasily. But I am the one who took you, so I will be in charge of your training, and I will allow you to keep your own name. I think he it mad - he even denied you are a lord, as any eye can plainly see - but there is still something.
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