The wild cries Mat wrung from the Horn echoed in the fog, and the drumming of hooves as the horses picked up speed. Even the cooks and maids come out to watch him. He was sitting on a bench in the Inner Court, crying. Moiraine sniffed disdainfully.
If they fight openly for the Seanchan, we will surely face them elsewhere. His voice trailed away as he and the other man left. Are you all right, child? If you feel ill, I can . The Great Hunt setting out.
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