At last he settled on one, with an arrow pointing left because it pointed toward Toman Head, an arrow that pierced the circle because it had broken free, as he wanted to. Rand touched Loial's arm. Suddenly Lan was at Rand's stirrup, in his gray-green scaled armor that would make him all but disappear in forest or darkness. She had tended his wounds more than once, keeping with her arts a life he had been ready to throw away to save hers.
One of the Trollocs beyond the tubes pointed to them excitedly, but still the three hesitated, glancing up at the window where the woman still watched. His face softened as he looked down at her. But it did not change the way he felt about Tam, and Emond's Field was the only home he had ever known. I hadn't thought of that.
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