Loial nodded vigorously. Rand glanced at him, but the Warder said nothing, his eyes intent on the column emerging from the forest. We could be here to break Fain free for all he knows. She was more his own age, and beautiful, and she needed him.
Defender of the Dragonwall, my aged grandmother, Domon croaked. He could see, but it was mad. Rand stowed Red's hobbles in his saddlebags - the banner was still there; he would not have minded if that had been left behind - then gathered his bow and quiver and climbed to the stallion's back. What could be worse than what I just did? Good, Sheriam said.
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