I don't know if I should listen to you, Rand told the Warder. Rand's breath caught. Mother, if there are Whitecloak killers about, or Darkfriends, you must allow me to send men with you. Yesterday, I heard one of the cooks saying she'd heard Artur Hawkwing was marching on Tanchico.
They'll be aboard before it's light enough to start upriver. It's your right, my Lord, Hurin said simply. Rand was startled to see an Ogier apparently walking up out of the ground, out of one of the grassy, wildflower-covered mounds that lay scattered all among the trees here. Who would send me invitations? Rand turned them over in his hand.
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