Perrin eased the shoulder under his saddlebags. 'You three are one of the few firm spots in it. Merana's eyes were intent on him, as if trying to pull out his thoughts. • Faile does not lie! Perrin growled.
Therava's cruel hard face, staring down at her impassively, made her- want to beg. They'll be punished severely for that, and so will anyone who helps them. The Myrddraal moved from the deeper shadows, becoming visible. It was Pol herself, Merilille's maid, who popped in curtsying left and right.
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