Leading his horse like the others, Rand looked up as Loial came closer, with many glances at Erith up ahead with Verin and Ingtar. Again gaining ground, by Uno's reading of the tracks. He seemed as content to stand as to walk, or at least as uncaring. Fierce and hardy.
Or perhaps the Black Ajah will find you before anyone else. The thought skittered outside the emptiness. For that, too. Twice Rand saw the end of a burn, once as they rode over it, once as they passed nearby; they tapered to points at the ends.
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