He shivered, and his ears twitched. Let the King sit in his palace and do what he does best. Mat licked his lips and swallowed; his grip shifted uneasily on the dagger. Do not presume too much, child, Liandrin said sharply.
Both of you. And if they discover you carry the Horn? Whether you want greatness or not, even farmers dream of it. Saving yourself and your Lady, my Lord. You could have burned both of us to charcoal! Men! When you cannot win an argument, you either run away or resort to force.
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