They should fight back. Rand slumped against the stacked sacks of grain. They could have been taken prisoner. Still, trying to ride back north meant risking Fain and his followers.
She sat her saddle, straight-backed and tall, just as regally as before, but somehow softer, too. He was beyond her reach, for the moment. She is the Daughter-Heir of Andor. Have you the banner? A murmur ran through those behind him.
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