His voice was emotionless. An effort of years, that, and generations before memories faded. Dobraine simply nodded, as if to say of course, shrugged to say he had never intended to question, but Havien went bright red. Still others wept from relief, meek as lambs, thankful finally to be done with it.
The Hunter that Elayne had made her Warder turned, hefting his unstrung Two Rivers bow, her golden braid drawn over her. Not even the stars moved this time. uite to an equal, the dark woman bowed her head slightly, twitched at the leash, and the golden-haired wom !Not his, that voice shouting inside his skull.
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