Lan's voice slid across her concentration; she refused to let herself hear it. As he shifted over, his hand slid past the sword and touched the bundle holding Thom Merrilin's harp and flute. He could see nothing but thick billows of white, but somehow he could still see what he had before, too. Myrddraal, and things from the dark corners of midnight tales.
I bought that two days gone, in a village we passed through. Loial shifted, grimacing. He resolved not to set foot inside another house in that village no matter what. She dug her heels into Bela's flanks, but the sul'dam's grip on the leash nearly pulled her out of her saddle.
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