Milis gasped. “What did you do to it?” “Nothing,” Rand said. “You merely opened the wrong sacks. The rest are all good.” “Merely…” Iralin said. “We happened to open the exact number of bad sacks without reaching one of the good ones? That’s ridiculous.” “Not ridiculous,” Rand said, laying his hand Iralin’s shoulder. “Simply implausible. You did well here, Iralin. I’m sorry to have left you in such a predicament. I’m naming you to the Merchant Council.”
