Young, to hold so much responsibility. Women bore being stilled no better than men did being gentled. He shook his head. Egwene! Where are you? He started toward the inner door, took two steps, and stopped, staring.
What kind of trouble, and how do you know? He and Lord Ingtar must have the Horn and be back in Fal Dara by now. Wolves told me. Verin and Ingtar and the others were all already on their horses, and the escort of Shienarans was closing round them. But it was torn down a thousand years ago.
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