Thom seemed to study his wine, but his eyes darted to make sure no one was close enough to listen. The walls behind the tapestries, the ceiling high above the lamps, were undressed stone, almost black. The tension faded as Hurin led the others into the clearing at a trot, and came again as he spoke. He joined the other man, squatting with his back against the stone.
If we left now and rode through the night, we could be there by sunrise tomorrow morning. For me, it would be different. Loial nodded. But Lord Ingtar - - does what he has to, Rand said sharply.
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