You can hardly expect we'll find the Bowl the first time we try, Nynaeve went on, ta'veren or no. After they left, Rand sat frowning into his cup, finding no answers in the dark tea. Nynaeve lost count of the number of bridges they crossed, large and small, with barges poling beneath. It had not been fear, or anger, or guilt over Colavaere, or Lews Therin's disappearance that drove him to shut himself away.
To them, the Car'a'earn was only another chief, just more so, and Wise Ones had certainly been known to keep things from a chief they thought he should not know. Hunters for the Horn, Perrin thought. The wind still gusted, raising waves of dust. If there were three of him, or even two, I'm not sure I'd find anybody alive when I go back.
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