Search the houses, Ingtar commanded. Mat, Hurin, where are you?As if the thought had been a summons, Hurin appeared in the room, eyes searching among the lords and ladies. Thank you, Mother. Egwene had heard Elayne crying herself to sleep more than once, and she had no doubt that Elayne had heard her own crying.
We found Whitecloaks, too, Perrin said, swinging down from his saddle. The way forked. The two men standing obsequiously behind him had only half their dark hair shaved, the rest hanging in a dark braid down each man's right cheek. Perhaps you can say something to convince her, she told Min.
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