The innkeeper looked startled, but she recovered quickly. Mount the legion, Child Byar! Far above their heads, a huge, winged shape circled, unnoticed. The crowds were gone, not a sign of them to be seen; every shop and window along the street were shuttered tight. The screams drew him on.
The way back - Nynaeve suppressed the thought ruthlessly. You will be a great man when you've found the Horn of Valere, she told him. A head-sized fireball flashed down the street toward her. This is how we left.
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