It had been high in the day when they gathered around the Stone in the stedding but here the sun stood low toward afternoon in a gray sky. Gaidal Cain dropped his reins and, guiding his horse with his knees, drew a sword in either hand. Loial was watching them dice, rubbing his chin thoughtfully with a finger thicker than a big man's thumb, his head almost reaching the rafters nearly two spans up. He shut off that line of thought.
Nynaeve would never let anyone think she was afraid, even if she was. You know better by now, or should unless you have forgotten everything I've tried to teach you. I do not think she means him any - He gave a start; there was a woman crossing the garden, a woman in a red-fringed shawl. Rand leaped back with a shout, dropping the Avendesora leaf in his haste, and Loial cried out, Machin Shin.
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