Well, I have tasks to be about before bed. Just a shepherd. The final battle, the last that counted, was fought outside the Shining Walls, in the shadow of Dragonmount. Cunningly balanced, the top lifted back to reveal a curled, golden horn nestled within a space designed to hold it.
If I ever get out of this bed, Egwene- A knock at the door cut off whatever Nynaeve had been going to say. The only thing that Rand found familiar at all was the cords-the fuses. He would stuff our pockets with gold and heap honors on our heads. Do not ask how, for I cannot tell you, but I tell you flatly it is so.
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