Mat and Perrin went on. She would command Gareth Byrne and the Queen's Guards to cut a path through them to Tar Valon, and Gareth Byrne would do it if he had to do it alone. He pushed on the door, forcing her out. Gulping air, she rolled onto her back and stared back into the street.
He had pulled a book from his pocket, but it lay unopened on his chest. Ingtar bowed in his saddle, and the other Shienarans did, too. The halls had been empty except for a few servants doing late chores; the way had been clear. The smithy across the courtyard stood silent, the farrier and his helpers gone to see the Welcome.
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