She paused only for a glance at Loial and a last admonitory look at Rand, and then the Ogier were gone among the trees. I don't feel like a flower. Are you all right? Rand? Suddenly his voice rose. Egwene's father had a big map back at home, a map Rand had pored over more than once, dreaming before he found out what the dreams were like when they came true.
He brightened suddenly. I am afraid I'm not a very good hero, Rand. I am afraid I'm not a very good hero, Rand. And then he came out into a dimly torch-lit corridor, and Egwene was creeping along it, pausing to peer into the storerooms she passed.
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