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. Then we will go to the Waygate. The other officer bowed; his head was shaved as Caldevwin's was. The stableman frowned after them and slowly took the straw from his mouth.
The radiance filling her, shining around her, hurt her own eyes. Briskly she unsaddled and hobbled her mare, but then she sat down on her saddle and waited for one of them to bring her something to eat. You must sail as soon as possible, Captain. It's out of the keep by now, along with the rest of what we could not kill.
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