Mat's eyelids fluttered. He had ridden a horse to death, then run himself nearly to death, carrying her in his arms at the last, to Anaiya for Healing. She was uncomfortably aware of the others, Min and Gawyn still with their amused grins, Elayne still with her scowl. You watched me grow up, and made the gardens bloom in winter so I could play.
Sheriam took her arm with a relieved smile, but the Mistress of Novices' voice gave no hint of past worry. Then he was bowing again, smiling and basking in the applause. Rand considered. Hurin, I'm sorry.
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