The Amyrlin Seat asked me what news there was from the field of battle. Lord Rand, they didn't come out again. Rowboats ferried out archers and pikemen, the raised pikes making the boats look like gigantic pricklebacks swimming on the surface. The cobblestone street climbed the slope, leaving the smell of the harbor behind.
Perrin came in, head down and yawning, and Rand sat up. I wish Ingtar would get here. What about Mat? The choice is up to you, sheepherder. They are still camped on the Dragonmount side.
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