Rand could not see anything different about the forest now surrounding them. The Great Hunt of the Horn. Women have their own ways, Kajin said. The Horn of Valere, Rand.
Egwene tugged at the collar; pulling did no more good than channeling had. What Nynaeve was sure of was that one or both were Aes Sedai. what he knew of them, distilling him, and feeding the essence back so that he could feel them, smell where they had been, follow wherever they ran. The way began to slope downwards, and with the promise of twilight in the air, Kinslayer's Dagger at last gave way to hills, rolling and round, with more brush than trees, more thickets than forest.
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