Mat eyed them warily, mentally daring them to say a word more—just one word!—but once he asked after Ny-naeve and Elayne, he quit worrying what they suspected. I— What has Colavaere said about me? Rand asked Sorilea in a too-casual tone. The four Sea Folk women took one look at the Aes Sedai and immediately gathered in a close huddle, whispering. It really is true.
After that came the remounts, a herd of spare horses tied ten to a lead, under the watchful eyes of folk from Dob-raine's estates who supposedly knew what they were about. Studying Mat's coat, he mulled it over visibly, and at last decided he could not tell him to go away. The smell. Knitting helped her think, too.
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