The crowds were gone, not a sign of them to be seen; every shop and window along the street were shuttered tight. On the day Rand left, Tam gave him a letter he said might get Rand taken into the army of Illian, and hugged him, and said, I've never had another son, or wanted another. Aiel, Ingtar said. Who would send me invitations? Rand turned them over in his hand.
damane (dah-MAHN-ee): In the Old Tongue, Leashed Ones. What about you? Rand asked. The lines were too straight to be natural, it seemed, but he could not imagine what might make them. The Amyrlin nodded as if it were all of no consequence.
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