They squeezed past her to the door, pressing back awkwardly so their skirts did not disturb hers. The High Lord turned away. Alar let out a shuddering breath. Even on you, my Lady, if you'll forgive me for saying so.
The smithy across the courtyard stood silent, the farrier and his helpers gone to see the Welcome. Must! The Prophecies must be fulfilled. It will take us the better part of two days to reach Toman Head. Mat? Perrin? Really, I didn't - They rode on toward Ingtar.
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