Nynaeve paused, letting the horse stand. Each blossom centered on a small pearl, and her belt was tooled in silver, with a silver buckle set with pearls. His ribs creaked as if he had been struck with a hammer. It seemed less; the Illuminators must be putting out the flames.
Loial and Hurin seemed to sense his mood, leaving him in silence while he stripped saddle and bridle from Red, rubbed the big bay down with tufts of grass torn from the ground, then resaddled him. A few flies buzzed above bowls of turnips and peas, and more crawled on a cold roast sitting in its own congealed grease. If Moiraine told the Amyrlin Seat, who else did she tell? Lan, why can't I just leave the way I planned? By the time she knew I was not coming, I'd be a league outside the walls and galloping. But why would Lord Agelmar want to keep me in? Masema was eyeing the bundles on Rand's back, and his saddlebags.
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