His banner was a golden, spreadwinged hawk clutching lightning bolts. Loial said something, but he did not hear; he was already seeking the void, as much to escape his own thoughts as for need. Egwene and Bela surged toward their own dull reflections; two shaggy horses touched noses, appeared to flow into each other. It is a long way from Fal Dara to Illian, but he has traveled almost as far already.
She doesn't even know who you are. I must rotate them; they grow stale after too long watching men swing picks and shovels. They would have killed me even quicker, and Egwene, hut . He untied the pouch, dug a coin out without looking, and tossed it to her.
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