She was on her horse, riding to meet him. She feels certain there is enough of the old knowledge still there to be found for - Enough, Sister, Moiraine said. And I can't say they would be wrong to do it. His laughter was a cackle that even he knew was mad, but he did not care.
The two witches gave no sign that they knew each other. Nynaeve thrust the pole of the lantern into her hands and turned to pull another from under her saddle girth. It was the mixture she gave anyone who moped about and claimed they were sick, or behaved like a goose. Be steadfast.
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