There really was nothing to do but straighten her green coat, glance into the stand-mirror to make sure of her hair—and take his hand. What could Myrelle be hiding? Egwene was curious. As Mat's other blade stabbed into his chest, he squealed, eyes going wide, arms wrapping around Mat convulsively. A good half-mile short of the gates, they rode into another camp, one that made Perrin frown.
A green coat with gold embroidery went to the floor. Maybe the guild keeps low enough that the Tower never thought they were worth troubling. When Siuan took another turn westward, between two misshapen hills that bent toward each other, Myrelle drew rein. He had not realized he was on his face until then.
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