Just a shepherd. At the last instant it flashed into a blinding, golden ring of light that passed through him, chilling him beyond death. He tried to take the Horn, but Mat was already running. Rand colored; it was too much like the things Egwene sometimes said, and they had all but been promised in marriage since they were children.
I can feel it. By the time they reached the bottom of the narrow, winding staircase, he could hear a man's deep voice raised in the front part of the house, angrily demanding that someone stand up and speak. There are other possibilities, but you will note, Mother, that at least three center around Almoth Plain and Toman Head. The curling golden Horn of Valere sat on a stand on the table.
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