Ingtar's dark eyes never left the Fade's face; if the Shienaran felt the fear of that gaze, he gave no sign. She knows. Egwene was reluctant to leave her first sight of Tar Valon, but she followed Nynaeve below to gather their things. Golden-haired Birgitte, with her gleaming silver bow and quiver bristling with silver arrows.
Still more came, from the east, from the west. Fifty houses. I'm not from this world, my Lord, she said. What was that you said about the Horn? 'Supposed to'? I've learned a few things since we parted, Thom.
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