Loial grimaced ruefully. The Amyrlin pressed fingers to her lips to stifle a yawn. Aiel, and enemies. I don't know what went wrong - I don't suppose I ever will - but from the trees, I would say it is well into late autumn.
You ride to find the Horn of Valere, she said, and the hope of the world rides with you. What would you say if I told you you could still be a part of it? A big part? Loial stirred uneasily. Why is this Darkfriend important enough for them to risk what they did to rescue him? Much easier for them just to steal the Horn. Hurin opened unfocused eyes.
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