Few remain, and few men truly know what they are. Nynaeve hesitated. Tears trickled from the corners of Amalisa's eyes, glistening on her cheeks. But who, possessing the Horn of Valere, would use it so? None of those of the Blood who came with the Hailene could have had the Horn, for the legend says it was hidden in this land.
She paused, rubbing a finger thoughtfully right atop the ink smudge. The way back - No! These are my people! Get your cloak, and we'll go to Corin. He could not hold it against him. You trot those horses out and saddle them, or you'll have need of Liandrin's Healing, if she will give it to you.
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