Nobody ever said Mat was handsome. Min had started rubbing her hands nervously, and Nynaeve realized that Elayne was now bouncing eagerly on her toes. Ingtar nodded and turned his horse so he could watch the men working. In which case, you are mine anyway.
Each, Nynaeve knew - or at least, she had been told - was filled with clear water. Rand stowed Red's hobbles in his saddlebags - the banner was still there; he would not have minded if that had been left behind - then gathered his bow and quiver and climbed to the stallion's back. A bearded man's face, it thrust out of the soil with the dignity of vast years; the broad features seemed to hold wisdom and knowledge. Fain eyed the blue-bordered banner flapping above the roof, the spread-winged hawk clutching lightning bolts, and chortled inside himself.
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