The wind stirring the leaves carried a hint of snow, come nightfall. None of those on their bellies had risen, and only a few had even dared raise their heads. Moiraine and Verin just sat there, unruffled, watching him. It sounds as if you are saying we might as well give up.
`Make the air stir, Nynaeve. After a moment, he eased his, too. Indeed, as they journeyed on, south and west, day by day, as fast as the footmen could move, Verin paid the two women from Emond's Field no more mind than Moiraine did, than did any of the Aes Sedai. His banner was a golden, spreadwinged hawk clutching lightning bolts.
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