His unstrung Two Rivers bow was thrust through the saddle girth on one side, and the full quiver hung in front of the high-cantled saddle, balancing a long, narrow, neatly wrapped bundle. Rand’s sword. Faile had tied that package herself and handed it to him without a word. “If you fall,” she whispered, “I will take up your sword.”
hehe, it's looks funny that Perrin takes Rand's sword like "women of Saldaea taking up the swords of their fallen husbands to lead the men back into battle".











