They were still halfway down the street from the women, but they marched with a grim, implacable step, and it seemed to Nynaeve that every eye was fixed on her. As the sun touched the horizon they made camp in a stand of trees untouched by the burn, eating from their saddlebags. Perhaps you won't have to worry about any of it much longer, Min said, grinning. The dagger! All you seem to care about is that dagger.
Many parts of the world were completely depopulated, and the survivors were scattered like dust on the wind. She was not about to admit to avoiding him. She was talking to Rand. Nothing moved that she could see except the thinning column of smoke, wavering in a breeze, from the leatherleaf.
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