The Portal Stone didn't bring you here by itself. Young to carry a heron-mark blade. Rand let Perrin give him a hand up. Blades that will not shatter or break, and never lose their edge.
Every stone of it is tainted. I do not like her, Egwene muttered, low enough to make sure the Aes Sedai could not hear. He could just make out pale walls surrounding one of the larger hills, perhaps a mile away, and buildings inside. Nynaeve stalked off the ship with grim determination on her face, but Egwene made her way dejectedly down the gangplank and through the tarry smell that hung over the wharf.
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