I'm done, he shouted. I still don't know if it was meant for the Amyrlin, or for you. Magnificent, Lord Rand, Hurin said. The Cairhienin officer glared at him and spurred his horse forward, flogging at the crowd with his quirt.
Rand grimaced. I am your man, to the death. A Whitecloak, no doubt, though I've no proof. As you command, my Lord Captain, Byar said, but Bornhald sighed at the expression on his face.
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