He was a tall man, lanky and not young, with long mustaches as white as the hair on his head. Simple words-I am yours, Great Lord - and power will be yours. At the thought of Rand, she gave a start and came to herself. Even you, and even me.
You said no trace. He had a voice that sounded as if he were shouting when he was just speaking. Whatever they make of it, at least it's the same for everybody. He closed it again and slid it across the table.
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