Elayne touched Gareth Bryne’s cheek softly. She closed his eyes, one, then the other, before nodding to the soldiers who had found his body. They carried Bryne away, legs dangling over the edge of his shield, head hanging down on the other side. “He just went riding off, screaming,” Birgitte said. “Right into the enemy lines. There was no stopping him.” “Siuan is dead,” Elayne said, feeling an almost overpowering sense of loss.
