I can't do it. With the Horn of Valere in its gold-and-silver chest occupying his saddle, the Ogier walked or trotted ahead of his big horse, never complaining, never slowing them. Please, Rand, Selene said. Rand slumped against the stacked sacks of grain.
It may not be a trick, Verin said carefully, seeming to study the floor under her toes. Suddenly Egwene could move again; she raised her arms, just to convince herself that she could. Aaah! Ah, where are you from, Selene? We have not seen another human being since we came here. Cunningly balanced, the top lifted back to reveal a curled, golden horn nestled within a space designed to hold it.
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