With a muttered curse, Bornhald ordered a halt while he studied those who came to meet him. Anything at all could come right up to them unseen. It was a clear note, golden as the Horn was golden. Liandrin shifted her point of attack, but she did not retreat.
I thought Lan would still be here; that's why I brought an extra cup. Well, I am not hungry, Nynaeve snapped, trying to ignore the hollow in her middle. Saidin sang to him, such a sweet song. You don't even know if these men camped down there do have the Horn.
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