He thought he heard an irritated grunt from her. Egwene winced; the mattresses were thin, and the wood beneath hard. 'Shall we ride, my Lord? The strange procession headed for the hard-packed road that led to the city of Cairhien. Padan Fain was waiting for something, something he had been awaiting for a long time.
After a thousand years, many things change. With the sun hanging golden overhead, they passed a structure, square and made of plastered brick, less than a mile from their path. It was a clear note, golden as the Horn was golden. There were women with the soldiers, too.
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