'A man is a maze of brambles in darkness, and even he does not know the way. The opposite was true, as well; those two would speak against anything Sheriam wanted before they stopped to think. It was Rand's turn to blush, and scrub a hand through his hair. From the corner of his eye, Mat saw a second skinny man in rags try to push Birgitte out of the way to reach him with a long knife.
A great many sisters died in those years, as I recall. Such a gentle old man, wrapped up in a world of thought and startled when he noticed anything outside it. I know I wasn't supposed to keep trying to. fire? Something burning, anyway.
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