It is your destiny. The cloak itself was sound enough; the patches were a gleeman's badge. He says we'll leave the horses here and go the rest of the way on foot. Nynaeve heaved a sigh of relief that immediately turned to a growl.
Ingtar bowed in his saddle, and the other Shienarans did, too. One of them is a lazy chit named Else Grinwell. They had lived a long time after it began. You must see to your packing.
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