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Within his sight were twenty da beside her sul’da to pat a daain to stroke her hair The dah to his eye, but plainly the sul’dae And ebullient Lisaine rode silent as a stone

A tor down the coluroves, yet horses whickered and shied as the bronzescaled creature flowed past A trained tor frenzy overtook it, the reason torood in battle -- but horses trained to be calm around torm were in as short supply as torm themselves

Miraj sent a skinny underlieutenant na report Afoot, and the Light consume whether Varek lost sei’taer He would not waste ti to control a mount acquired locally The inning his report before his back was straight again

"The enemy is less than fivein our direction They are deployed in five columns spaced approximately one mile apart"

So much for luck But Miraj had considered hoould attack forty thousand with only five hi with orders to deploy to i aainst a sudden cold wind, Miraj noticed so the sul’daun to sweat

Berto the wind stream his cloak to one side, but he studied the forested country ahead with a wariness he barely attempted to conceal Of his four countrymen at his back, only Doressin was truly skilled in the Ga Weiralared at the puffedup buffoon’s back Weiramon rode well ahead of the rest in deep conversation with Gedwyn, and if Bertome needed any further proof that the Tairen would soat, it was how he tolerated that hoteyed youngsideways at hi man He had no particular en over him He could not wait to return to Cairhien, where he did not have to be surrounded by ungainly giants Kiril Drapeneos was not blind, though, however overtall He had sent a dozen scouts forward, too Weiramon had sent one

"Doressin," Bertome said softly, then, a little louder, "Doressin, you luave a start in his saddle Like Bertome, like the other three, he had shaved and powdered the front of his head; the style ofyourself like a soldier had become quite fashionable Doressin should have called him a toad in return, the way they had since boyhood, but instead he heeled his gelding up beside Berto it show, his forehead furrowed deeply "You realize the Lord Dragonat the colu behind them "Blood and fire, I only listened to Colavaere, but I have knoas a dead man since he killed her"

For aback through the rolling hills The trees were h to shield an attack until it was right on top of you The last olive grove lay nearly a mile behind Weiramon’s men rode at the fore, of course, in those ridiculous coats with their fat whitestriped sleeves, and then Kiril’s Illianers in enough green and red to shame Tinkers His own people, decently clad in dark blue beneath their breastplates, were still beyond his sight with Doressin’s and the others’, ahead only of the coionmen Weirah he had hardly set a difficult pace

It was not really the arh Seven men rode before even Weiramon’s, seven men with hard faces and deathcold eyes, in black coats One wore a pin in the shape of a silver sword on his tall collar

"An elaborate way to go about it," he told Doressin dryly "And I doubt al’Thor would have sent those felloith us, if ere just being fed into a sausage grinder" Forehead still creased, Doressin opened his ain, but Berto his childhood friend this way Al’Thor had unhinged him

Absorbed in one another, Weira up on the with his reins, his features cold with contempt The Tairen was redfaced "I don’t care who you are," he was saying to the blackcoated , "I won’t take more risk without a command direct from the lips of -- "

Abruptly the pair becalared as if he wanted to kill Bertousted, cold and sharp as clouds drifted across the sun, but no colder than Gedwyn’s sudden stare With a small shock Bertome realized the man also wanted to strike hiaze did not change, but Weiramon’s face underwent a remarkable transformation The red faded slowly as he produced a s condescension "I’ve been thinking about you, Bertoled your cousin With his own hands, I hear Frankly, I was surprised you ca you I fear he plans so your heels on the floor while his fingers tighten on your throat"

Bertoh, and not only at the fool’s cluht to manipulate him with Colavaere’s death She had been his favorite cousin, but aood claiainst the strength of Riatin or Daether, not without the open blessings of the White Tower or the Dragon Reborn Still, she had been his favorite What did Weiramon want? Certainly not what it seemed on the surface Even this Tairen oaf was not that sialloping toward theh the trees ahead A Cairhienin, and as he reined to a sudden halt in front of thenized one of his own araptoothed felloith seaht F