Ta'veren, Moiraine sighed. Around the long wharf, the other ships that had come downriver were now being snugged into their berths among the ships already there. With a cry of thwarted anger, she climbed over the tumbled stone toward the arch. The city stood on high hills, the land around the city walls cleared to ankle height for a full mile in all directions, and the keep covered the highest hill of all.
As he shifted over, his hand slid past the sword and touched the bundle holding Thom Merrilin's harp and flute. Rand cleared his throat and hoped his face was not turning red. She did not turn her head the other way. After a moment, he pulled the two invitations from his pocket and studied the seals, then stuck them back.
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