Was someone. What was that? Mat asked. It seemed pure song, music without words, at least none that Rand could make out; if there were words, they faded into the music just as water pours into a stream. The soldiers fell silent in mid-laugh, scraped back their chairs to bow to the officer with hand on breast - and to Rand - and left without a backwards look.
The Cairhienin officer glared at him and spurred his horse forward, flogging at the crowd with his quirt. I should never have let the Trollocs take so many. At the sight of her, sadness and loss rolled over him, worse than when he had chased Mat and Perrin and Loial away. Her eyes came to rest on Egwene and Nynaeve, piercing eyes that seemed to Egwene to be seeing everything about herself that she wanted to keep secret.
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