Fain ignored all of it - he had no fear of turning his back on them, not since they had seen the Fade dealt with - and went to his prize. Stand! The man who called himself Bors scrambled up awkwardly, but halfway to his feet, he hesitated. And here she was with her hair loose except for a ribbon. Fain was sitting on his cot, leaning forward expectantly as if waiting, just as Changu had said.
He is interesting, Egwene. Hastily, Rand helped him tie the banner to the pole. Rand looked at Mat. It is believed there are worlds where a year is only a day here, and others where a day is a year here.
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