He looked and sounded sick, his cheeks flushed and tight, but he managed a grin. Thom's mirth was cut short. A shepherd, he said, though he never looked or acted like any shepherd I ever saw. It has nothing to do with us, he whispered.
Amalisa and her ladies sat about the room, in chairs and on the layered carpets, listening while one of their number, standing, read aloud to them. I am going to the stable right now, get my horse, and leave. It won't fit Elayne or me. House Jagad is yours.
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