The ship heeled, and she shifted her balance without seeming to notice. She glanced toward Moiraine; the Aes Sedai's trim white mare and Lan's tall black stallion made an odd pair off to one side by themselves. Oh, my, no. We would not have killed you.
I believe the last of Artur Hawkwing's foreign armies died long ago, but because I believe it does not make it so. Dismount, he ordered. Domon stared at the women and the silver leash. Rand leaned forward, gathering the reins, and Red scrambled to safety, away from the edge.
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