Rand gritted his teeth, sighed, then ran his fingers through his hair. "Blood and ashes, Mat! You know I have to make sure I get pa's sheep back before nightfall. If I lose another ewe, he'll have kittens!" Rand grimaced and absently put his hand to his back, "Besides, I don't think I could stand one of Nynaeve's poultices after he takes another strip off me. We can't just go anywhere we want whenever we fancy. It's not right."
It took a couple of minutes of Mat looking pleading, then indignant, then finally resigned. "Bloody buttered onions, I know you're right. I just can't take every day milking pa's cows and taking guff from Bode and nearly every girl with her hair in braids. I want something fun, Rand, I want to see Ogiers and Trollocks and Warders and sleep in a hay bale outside the Shining Walls of Tar Valon. No, inside Tar Valon!"
"You pretty much already sleep in a hay bale, you smell like it anyway. And all that sounds like a good way to end up in a sick bed for a fort night. Trollocks, Mat? You might as well want to meet the Dark One himself for how you sound right now. Look, the sun is already starting to go down, let's head back. At least if we get all these sheep back early, maybe my pa will give us a night cap."
Mat sighed and looked up at the crest this side of the Misty Mountains the sun was setting over. "Sure, Rand. Let's get these sheep put in."
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