Whatever else I am, I'm a shepherd and a farmer. Tavolin had looked at it often on the way from Tremonsien, but he had never asked, either. No time to talk. Fain's laughing whisper came through the black shadows.
Just on that hilltop there. Their cloaks bore the same golden sunburst on the breast as his, the same as every Child of the Light, and their leader even had golden knots of rank below it equivalent to Bornhald's. Maybe that keeps you from feeling it. Rand kept their fire small and well hidden in the trees.
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