The curled, golden Horn hung at Mat's pommel, the focus of every eye. Empty eyes. Most of the men at Fal Dara accepted Rand; he trained with Lan, and Lord Agelmar had him at table, and most important of all, he had arrived at Fal Dara in company with Moiraine, an Aes Sedai. His wide mouth flashed teeth in a self-conscious grin, and he hurried to strap the chest onto his saddle.
She jerked her hand away from the embroidery and glared at him, brows lowering. I know I talk too much, but I did not mean - I am not staying here, Mat told the rafters, with a bigmouthed Ogier and a fool whose head is too big for a hat. Perrin went right beside him. The soldiers were settling in, all with their horses by their sides, lances propped to hand.
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