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No, not a rabbit. oward a stocky, graying man with a battered breastplate strapped over his buff-colored coat, leading a tall bay in their direction. He put no more emphasis on that than the other. Not that he could, of course; what defense could he offer? He just stood there while she rained blows at him, ma

Myrelle's head came up defiantly. He looked around the hallway. The first odd thing he had noticed about them was their attitude toward the Aes Sedai. The flame-haired woman eyed her bloody spear distastefully; Wise Ones were not supposed to carry spears.