The woman had not wanted to give up her horse, no more than any of the Darkfriends who had followed him had wanted to be left alone in the hills with the Trollocs, without Fain's protecting presence. With a sigh, Rand got down from his saddle and led Red into the hollow. I saw her. Your knives are ready.
False Dragons abound. She stood watching him go, and her stance seemed to urge him to go faster. Fain on the seat of his big peddler's wagon wheeling across the Wagon Bridge, arriving in Emond's Field the day of Winternight. Your life may depend on it.
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