Loial nodded and moved his big horse away. Who would have thought it, back in Emond's Field? The Shienarans were gathering around. Well, it's in the same place now, only here, and fainter, like I said. Damane can do what they must without these things.
Verin Mathwin and Serafelle, of the Brown Ajah, did not look up at Moiraine's entrance. He touched the Horn hesitantly, tracing a finger along the silver script inlaid around the bell and mouthing the translation, then pulled his hand back with a shiver of excitement. She could not see how it was done. Before me! Why doesn't it speak? Stop staring at me, and speak! Your Master comes.
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