At least it was not Trolloc script. Min's eyes widened as she realized what Nynaeve intended. If Ingtar came on southward, and Rand knew of no reason for him to turn aside, he would arrive at Cairhien, soon or late. Perhaps sixty paces of swift water to the far bank, lined with trees, and a barge-like ferry on a thick rope spanning the distance.
How did you get here? What are you doing here? You have to leave immediately. Moiraine knows about you, and she hasn't done anything, so why should she now? But if Lan . The torrent went on, drowning him, burying him. Rand dug his heels into Red's flanks and galloped after the column already disappearing through the gates.
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