Full night already, and there was much to do before dawn. Hastily he undid the seals and buckles of his saddlebags and pulled out his usual cloak. You may turn around, now. The Light knows what they'd do to you.
A sparse thicket of scrub oak and leatherleaf covered the outer slopes. As the serving girl straightened from her bow, his eye caught hers above that sweet smile. Some of the servants in Fal Dara keep, though, had taken it to mean he was a king, too, or at least a prince. My Lord Rand, you'll get us back, won't you? Back where we belong? I've a wife, my Lord, and children.
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