an jumped as if she had been goosed, and stared a long moment before turning to frown up at Aviend^a. Mat shifted his grip on the ashandarei; he knew trouble when he saw it, and the foxhead on his chest was cool, almost cold against his skin. As they fell in behind with the Cairhienin, the other Tairens shouted laughing wishes that the pair would enjoy the walk. Mat was not moving very fast if rumor placed him in Altara or Murandy.
She gave her cloak a twitch, to keep it from touching him. The living Aiel had only stopped singing over their dead a short while ago, haunting songs, sung in parts, that lingered in the mind. I would like that very much, my Lord, the fellow said lugubriously. Aviendha locked her hands on her knees and tried desperately to think of anything else.
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