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Then why did she? Nynaeve demanded. Later, you say. And think of me, for you are always mine. Mat had blown the Horn of Valere.

For the first time there was a snap in the Lord Captain Commander's voice. Surprised grunts at the weight as they lifted it down from the packsaddle turned to gasps when they stripped the blanket away. The skull of a cat as big as a lion, and so old it was turned to stone. If Hurin's found where the Horn is kept, then she says that's all we can do, now.