It took him a moment to realize she was stroking -his arm. the throat. He had as much chance to resist as a farmgirl would if a man the size of Lan cornered her in a barn. This man used the Power, too, but the Chosen could not be called mere mortals.
There was shouting somewhere below, but Nynaeve and the rest would have to take care of themselves for the moment. How was he different from them?Rand reined the black in beside him. They had disapproved of her wearing breeches, disapproved of her working in stables, the job she loved best, since it brought her into contact with horses. Maybe he would find out how ta'veren worked behind the garden wall.
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