Perhaps you won't have to worry about any of it much longer, Min said, grinning. If I haven't gotten turned around completely, with all the twists and turns we've made. They rode away leaving the dead Myrddraal where it hung, the wind stirring its black cloak. Before turning toward The Bunch of Grapes, he had gone to The Great Tree; it was not difficult to find where someone was staying in Cairhien, if you pressed a palm or two with silver.
Why don't you wait out here, Loial? Rand said. But it has been long, and perhaps the Black Wind hungers, and hopes to catch some unwary one entering a gate. Loial bent to speak quietly. The other two quickly lifted brown cloths from around their shoulders, wrapping them around their heads instead.
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