Uno looked at Rand with his one eye, then shrugged and climbed into his saddle. She took firm hold of herself to stop from clawing the bracelet off her wrist. After a time she realized the other women were keeping as close a watch as she, but she still felt more than a glimmer of relief when the Ogier grove came into view. His mouth watered more for that than for the peas and squash, the carrots and cabbage that came with it, or the hot crusty rolls.
Still, he hesitated. Rand's saddlebags lay by his feet, buckles undone, flap thrown back where the banner had been hidden. How can that be? Nynaeve said. She eyed his sword, its hilt sticking out of the long bundle beside him on the floor.
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