You will go now, Min. I did not send Verin. The first thing to meet his eye was Hurin, sprawled on the floor. He pressed on toward his goal, another iron-bound door at the far end of the court, but he could not stop looking.
Arad Doman and Tarabon were on the brink of war, and it will be worse when news of Falme reaches them. She had to save Min. One of the other sul'dam snorted loudly; she was linked to a pretty, dark-haired woman in her middle years who kept her eyes on her hands. She did not sound as if she liked what she was saying.
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