The end of a short horn bow peeked over his shoulder, and a quiver bristled with arrows at his belt at one side. He could see more sharply, too, see in anything but pitch-darkness. Rand twisted on his bed, trying to find a comfortable position on the thin mattress. But I know dreams for dreams.
I did not think the Ways could be used any longer. They all know about Manetheren here. Elayne felt it, too. He reached for it - he was not sure how he reached, but it was something, a movement, a stretching toward the light, toward saidin-and caught nothing, as if running his hands through water.
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