The moans and mutters of losing bettors overwhelmed the shouts of winners. Which, she thought, once Elaida had departed even more swiftly than she had come, was about all she did understand. Huron's back into the entrance to the Pit of Doom, now all flowed at its normal pace and seemed more real than Tel'aran'rhiod or the waking world. Carefully; the chair tilted for a moment anyway, until she reached down and pulled the leg straight.
Not from nervousness, certainly; certainly not. The M'Hael? Rand said, blinking. She had no interest in those who touched the World of Dreams in their sleep; anyone might do that by This I saw with my own eyes.
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