The Myrddraal's voice rasped like a dry snake skin crumbling. Ingtar let out a long breath. If Loial was an excitable Ogier, Rand thought most of them must be made of stone. How proud I'll be to stand beside him who holds the Horn.
There was no danger of that; the door was tall enough for Loial. Rand did not know what to say. He twisted to look at the Ogier. Rand paused uneasily at the blackness beyond, and Changu grinning behind, but Egwene caught his sleeve and pulled him in.
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