A trickle? We had to spend three days hiding in our room breathing fish while they searched the town for whoever had done it. If he kept his eyes on one spot, the land did not seem to slip and slide so badly, and the wind felt good on his face. It had made her glad she had not brought more of the clothes the Lady Amalisa had given her, though she might never see any of them, or the White Tower, again. Vandene shifted some of the books and manuscripts on the table, shaking her head.
And no wonder. Certainly more than one hill had vanished, and maybe some farmers' fields, for the hole was at least ten times as wide as it was deep. He glared contemptuously at the gleemen and did not linger in the rooms where they were, but Rand saw little difference between him and them except for their clothes. It's only for balance, Ingtar.
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