Rand al'Thor was the only lover she had ever had, and she did not think even of him so intimately, but she had to learn their ways if she was to wed one of them. The white-maned dun came last. She cleared her throat, looking away. And Rand would nod and move on.
A dark suspicion bloomed in his mind. Not frogs; those snores sounded like a hundred saws cutting logs full of knots. Fedwin, there, is an Asha'man, he said. Forgiveness, please.
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