Suddenly the Amyrlin Seat gave a wry grin. She was a handsome woman rather than beautiful, Egwene thought, but that ageless look marked her as surely as her shawl; only the newest-made sisters lacked it. The city stood on high hills, the land around the city walls cleared to ankle height for a full mile in all directions, and the keep covered the highest hill of all. Shienar is where the Horn of Valere belongs.
Rand let the banner drop; he hesitated only a moment before nodding wearily. Ba'alzamon is dead. He went up the steps into the guardhouse, past breastplated guards on either side of the door. But when you see one bloody Aiel, there's always more you don't.
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