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Lan’s little force was but a pebble before them

The men silently raised their swords to hiin to spread out It will do thethe way

Andere galloped beside Lan, clinging to his pommel with both hands He didn’t try to raise a weapon; he’d have fallen from his saddle if he had

Nynaeve was too far away for Lan to feel h the bond, but sometimes very powerful emotions could stand out despite the distance He tried to project confidence in case it reached her Pride in his men Love for her He wished deeply for those to be the last things she remembered of him

My arround The Trollocs ahead hooted in delight, realizing that their prey had transforrasp

My breast itself a shield

Lan could hear a voice, his father’s voice, speaking these words That was foolish, of course Lan had been a baby when Malkier had fallen

To defend the Seven Towers

He had never seen the Seven Towers stand against the Blight He’d only heard stories

To hold back the darkness

The horses’ hooves were becoht possible He held hiht, sword out

I will stand when all others fall

The onco Trollocs leveled spears as the distance between the two opposing forces narrowed

Al Chalidholara Malkier For my sweet land Malkier

It was the oath a Malkieri soldier took during their first posting to the Border Lan had never spoken it

He did so now in his heart

"Al Chalidholara Malkier!" Lan screaht, but those hoofbeats were loud! Could six thousand make so much noise? He turned to look at those behind him

At least ten thousand rode there

What?

He pressed Mandarb forward through his surprise

"Forward the Golden Crane!"