But there were simpler weapons, too, for those who would face Myrddraal, and worse things the Dreadlords made, blade to blade. And there are Trollocs and Darkfriends after us. She wanted to stay and listen, to hear if Elaida asked about Rand, but High rang through the White Tower, and she was summoned to chores. They had to, if they had reached here in the first place.
His grin faded, and he looked troubled. She clapped a hand to her mouth, moaning through her teeth. She had not given up on home. She rode past the bulk, still surrounded by the ripples of its dying, without even a downward glance, scrambled her horse up the bank and dismounted.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.