Uno nodded and began telling off men. Even the steel backs of his gauntlets were red and gold. Domon grimaced. His hand went to his sword, lying beside him.
They drew every eye. With a cold knot in the pit of his belly, Rand followed the Warder into the hall. For a moment he thought of putting the parchment into the lantern's flame it was a dangerous thing to have, in Tear or Illian or anywhere h A faded image, dim with time, old beyond old, of men running with wolves, two packs hunting together.
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