knew, though it might have happened one time in a thousand, or a thousand times a thousand, without ta'veren there. Pol bobbed a curtsy and was moving before she realized. Ravens and vultures gorging. She had stripes of color across the front of her dress, but how many was hard to say since she had gathered her skirts as high as she could to run faster, and she matched the men stride for stride.
It's late, and I know you want your bed. By the sun, north lay over the slope, the direction 'she would choose. Nynaeve was still hanging over the side. I need something to eat, if I'm going to see the Sea Folk.
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