Night shrouded the mountainside, and moon-cast shadows made footing uncertain. Is this what a Darkfriend camp looks like? Smells a bit, but I can't say it looks any different from anybody else's. He peered at the lighted windows, waiting for someone to appear. Cenn? How did even those wool-headed men choose Cenn? It was Malena.
Blood calls blood. Even her saddle was white, and silver-mounted. Or rather they turned back, for they had done what they came to do, which was to kill King Laman of Cairhien, for his sin against the Tree. Some said he was mad, and in ordinary times perhaps not even his skill with the sword would have kept him in the Guard, but these were not ordinary times.
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