Men were in the rigging, raising those strange sails, and armored figures stood atop the towers. A shepherd would not be very acceptable to a formal Cairhienin noble House. I am what I am, Mother, he managed smoothly enough. Loial scrambled down from his tall horse and bowed hastily.
Barbers, fruit-peddlers, knife-sharpeners, men and women offering a dozen services and a hundred things for sale, wandered through the crowds. In only a few more days, the Great Hunt of the Horn would be sent forth with pomp and ceremony that tradition claimed dated to the Age of Legends. He was tall for a Shienaran, almost as tall as Rand, lanky and sallow. Name given to the leader of the Aes Sedai who went over to the Dark One in the War of the Shadow.
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