The trees were hidden, but he could still see each of the others clearly. On my honor. I don't know if I want you to choose me. The song of saidin, the song of the sphere, he could feel them quivering along his bones.
roops of cavalry riding scaled beasts as well as armored men on horses, colorful gonfanons marking the officers. Riding across the water. The big red wax circle holding the folded parchment shut bore the many-rayed Rising Sun of Cairhien. He spoke of the glory they would have, their names remembered in story and history, in gleemen's tales and bards' songs, the men who found the Horn.
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