Yesterday, I heard one of the cooks saying she'd heard Artur Hawkwing was marching on Tanchico. Fain seems able to find me, sometimes. The hour was growing late, and there was much to be done before the morning came. Every one of them had to be there for a purpose, Verin had said, and Perrin had no purpose to serve this night.
Forcing an ingratiating smile onto his face, Fain made himself bow deeply. Each turned her attentions to Loial just before she left. Stone made a hard bed, - but Liandrin roused them ruthlessly after a few hours, hardly waiting for them to mount before riding on. Novice training is hard, but not that hard.
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