Once he was rid of his fancy clothes - once he turned the Horn over to Ingtar and the dagger over to Mat Straight as an arrow the white line led through the dark to a large stone slab covered with Ogier script inlaid in silver. Mat was watching Rand with his head tilted, frowning as if looking at something he had never seen before. She told Rand to take care of you, Mat told Loial solemnly as they followed, and see you got home safely as a babe.
He felt a flood of relief when Mat hesitated, then spread his hands and muttered, I don't know why. Egeanin stopped just inside the room. I was hoping it was a dream, but . Born among black, knife-edged peaks, where death roamed the high passes yet hid from things still more dangerous, the wi
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