I have begun the recovery in Tarabon. Some had thrust their short spears into the harnesses that held their bow cases on their backs, so the spearheads bobbed above their heads; the short horn bows were out, arrows nocked. She shook her head and muttered under her breath. Mat had gone off shouting that he had found it.
Bitter words, now. Caddar gave her a quizzical look. They weren't especially pleased. I heard there was some unpleasantness with Eamon Valda.
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