I saw how the Queen's Guards knelt to Queen Morgase. I mean to have the Horn of Valere, not chase Jak o' the Wisps. He felt as if his bones were vibrating, felt the red-hot, ice-cold flow of the One Power, felt truly alive as he never was without it, felt the oil-slick taint . Rand hesitated only a moment.
Still, two leashed creatures trotted along with the patrol, like wingless birds with coarse leather skin, and sharp beaks higher above the cobblestones than the helmeted heads of the soldier. Nynaeve never even felt a glimmer, or so she said. Ingtar scowled as if he did not want to think of that. The bare-chested men knelt, lowering the palanquin to the ground, and Suroth stepped down, carefully arranging her robe, then picked her way to Liandrin on soft-slippered feet.
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