He splashed across the shallow ribbon of water in two strides, then scrabbled up the far side. The staff she held upright before her with both hands was as tall as she, the gilded flame capping it standing above her eyes. She had looked at first, hoping to find help in freeing Egwene and Min, but everyone took fright at the merest When Jeral rides, he will not ride alone.
Those fools never cried for help, not once. You always did. With an exasperated grunt, she caught his shoulders and made him face her. Within lay shards of what seemed to be black-and-white glazed pottery.
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