The Ogier bowed in his saddle and let his big horse fall back, the tufts on his ears drooping with reluctance. Ingtar had also set himself, ready to reach for his sword, and there was a stir among the mounted men. The Black Ajah. No trouble, Nieda.
Well, they are, on leashes or not. Aiel, Ingtar said. An odd light appeared in the Aes Sedai's eyes, a knowing glimmer that made him uneasy. She drew a breath and went on; her tone was coldly serene again, but angry white spots marred her cheeks.
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