Finally he said, Uno no doubt wonders if you are worthy of a heron-mark blade. Something stirred behind a tree. Five shapes, it seemed, only half a mile distant, a bare thousand paces at most, and coming in thirty-foot bounds. We do nothing but huddle in our stedding.
I'm worried about all of them, Nynaeve replied dully. No wind had ever felt . What about Egwene? And Mat? Are they really all right? I can't leave until I know they're all right. Everything he did, everything he said.
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