She took a deep breath. Even right now. Bornhald frowned. This time Ingtar put out scouts, and though the pace was hard, it was no longer horse-killing.
Feeling worse than useless, she picked up her skirts and ran, and Egwene's screams pursued her. I am, Rand said. Jeral was young, yet. I felt it even before he vanished.
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