Are you well? she asked. Thank Carahuin for me, and tell her you could oil my spare saddle, if she doesn't mind. Merana's eyes widened. edai—no, it was an army of Whitecloaks; Pedron Niall was dead, and the Children intended to avenge him, though why in Ebou-Dar was not exactly clear.
Maybe she still was. Yes! The latch handle! She lifted it, pushed outward. You asked who lived there. ickens, calves and geese and ducks made a barnyard din alongside their fellows already butchered and hanging.
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