Hurin frowned. Ingtar nodded and turned his horse so he could watch the men working. With only a moment of hesitation, she bent and snapped it around the neck of the sul'dam. No one else had that ageless look; and she held herself with an assurance, a confidence that seemed to confirm it.
It did not occur to her to ask how she was going to get him out of anything, going to Tar Valon as she was. From the pit came the sound of men calling, the words indistinguishable. Moiraine! Egwene's hurt! And Mat! Mat's breathing sounded labored, and his face was deathly pale. Look, I opened my mouth and said what I shouldn't.
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