The man who called himself Bors blinked. You have not failed me, and you have no reason for shame. Perrin smelled lamb even before Mistress Tiedra led in a procession bearing trays of food. No wonder, looking at this.
Two Aes Sedai were there, placid-looking women with brown-fringed shawls, studying the words scrawled on the walls, careless of what their skirts dragged through in the straw. That way, my Lord Ingtar. He turned Red toward the village, and they soon left pit and shouting guards behind. Just another Leash Holder with a Leashed One, and a local girl hurrying along behind with a bundle belonging to the sul'dam.
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