“How did you notice me?” Lan asked, containing his anger. “The horse,” Kaisel said, nodding to Mandarb. “She said you might disguise yourself. But you would never leave the horse.” Burn that woman, Lan thought as he heard a call being raised through the fortress. He’d been outmaneuvered. Curse Nynaeve. And bless her, too. He tried to send a sense of love and frustration through the bond to her. And then, with a deep sigh, he gave in. “The Golden Crane flies for Tarmon Gai’don,” Lan said softly. “Let any man or woman who wishes to follow join it and fight.” He closed his eyes as the call went
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