The arrow had to have come from one of those places. She felt a touch of sadness. Nynaeve, come on. I'll never find Fain if somebody kills me because of that banner.
A horn, curled and golden, came hurtling out of the far distance. He had not imagined the wind on the tower top, or the Amyrlin saying- Rand? He jumped as Ingtar spoke at his shoulder. The fireplaces were cold, for one thing. Loial was there, reading a book, To Sail Beyond the Sunset, and Perrin, staring into one of the fires.
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