The Shienarans gathered around, as excited as he was. The man who called himself Bors found himself half crouching in the chamber with the others, most watching him, all silent. It cannot be, Rand al'Thor. And Fain, he added to himself.
Suddenly there were a dozen Shienarans rushing past him at the Trollocs, men half dressed in finery for the feast, but swords at the ready. Sandair's mouth had dropped open and Tavolin's brows had risen at his question, and they were both still watching him intently. Or any Aes Sedai help. Her doubt.
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