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[Saguin Venart]

Far behind him, Rand heard

Ingtar's voice rise. "The Light, and Shinowa!" The clash of steel joined the roar of other voices.

"Where's Ingtar?" Mat shouted. "What's going on?" He had the Horn of Valere lashed to the high

pommel of his saddle as if it were just any horn, but the dagger was in his belt, the ruby-tipped hilt cupped

protectively in a pale hand that seemed made of nothing but bone and sinew.

"He's dying," Rand said harshly as he swung onto Red's back.

"Then we have to help him," Perrin said. "Mat can take the Horn and the dagger on to - "

"He is doing it so we can all get away," Rand said. For that, too. "We will all take the Horn to Verin,

and then you can help her take it wherever she says it belongs."

"What do you mean?" Perrin asked. Rand dug his heels into the bay's flanks, and Red leaped away

toward the hills beyond the town.

"The Light, and Shinowa!" Ingtar's shout soared after him, sounding triumphant, and lightning crashed

across the sky in answer.

 

 

I teared up a bit when I read this scene.