He bowed low to Rand from his saddle. If these people wanted oaths, he was prepared to swear anything. Who would know I was here? Everyone by now, Lord Rand, Hurin said quietly. He whirled his horse and galloped back the way he had come, his torchbearers riding at his heels.
What do you see off there? Rand squinted against the way things far off seemed to slide toward him. His second hesitated-Domon never let a tricky bit of sailing pass without him on deck giving orders, Never to her, at least. He was a fine Treesinger, one of the men sighed.
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