The man sleeping nearby-no more than two paces from the chest; no one else lay so close by spans-groaned in his sleep and thrashed at his blankets. We found her wandering, laughing and crying all at the same time, screaming that Paet was the Dark One, and he'd killed her boys. They fought at Tarwin's Gap, a month gone, and saved Lord Agelmar when his horse went down with Trollocs all around him. A part of him still cringed, remembering what Ba'alzamon had done to him, but it was a small part, hidden, suppressed.
You are in a stedding, Rhian, the Ogier said gently. There is word of some sort of trouble on Almoth Plain, and the Amyrlin Seat wants to know exactly what. The Prophecies, Moiraine said, nodding. Hurin blinked incredulously.
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