Davian and Zoya clodded out of the gates on steeds of esteemed breeding, fit for the High Lords of Tear themselves. Zoya rode a splended white mare, and Davian was astride a dappled stallion. The two of them rode behind an carriage, likely to head for the docks and be brought back before day's end laden with goods. Davian was unsure if the men had recollected themselves and reported him being an accomplice of Zoya, or if the bodies had merely been discovered and they were seeking only the Aes Sedai. Either way, it felt safer going with a third party to not seem too suspicious riding out of the gates. It worked, light be praised, for a good quarter of a mile. 

But a group of twenty defenders and two armored cavalrymen were marching back to the Stone, when one of the riders, a man of dark hair and a hook nose, squinted at Zoya suspiciously. Davian did not glance his way, urging the Aes Sedai on until they heard a call of "halt!" behind them. 

Suddenly, some unseen force struck the cavalryman off his horse. The man fell onto three of his fellows, and Davian whipped the reins of his horse just as Zoya did, both turning right to barrel down a causeway. A men carrying a tray of turnips screamed and tossed his goods aside, scrambling out of the way before he was bowled over by the steeds charging into the busy street. 

"Stop!" A voice yelled. 

"You'll not get away so easily, witch!" Another cried with ardent fervor that would make the Children of the Light proud. The thief and the thief-taker charged past wagons, nearly ramming into men and women who squealed and shrieked from the heavy mounts. A woman yanked a child out of the way, but Davian fancied he saw the child fly to the right far quicker than his mother could have moved him with her own strength. 

"This way!" He shouted, pointing left. The street turned onto a terraced walkway, their well shod hooved clapping loudly against the sandstone. The breadth of the Erinin appeared before them. The horses whinnied in fright from the steps, but at Davian's call they now slowed, changing their gallop to a canter. It was lucky for them that the only patrol that had seen them had yet made it to the gates. That meant at best twenty Defenders on foot would be searching for them, whilst the cavalrymen likely had ridden to report their sighting to the Stone. They still had some time to be hidden and make their escape, as long as the ships left when they desired. 

Somehow, what the Aes Sedai prophesied was true. A large caravel with wide foresails were taking the last man aboard, hustling onto the deck before the gangway was removed. 

"Hurry!" Zoya cried with all the command of an Aes Sedai of Tar Valon, and urged her mount on. Her white mare shrieked, and Zoya took the lead to tear into the docks with Davian in her wake.