Perrin liked that one, too, with its stories of adventures among the Sea Folk and journeys to the lands beyond the Aiel Waste, where silk came from. He followed the trail all the way to the Foregate, after you vanished with Hurin and Loial. A great undertaking, that. There was a mile between the two vessels, but Domon knew there was no hope of escape, and he meant to deliver the man back to Captain Egeanin as safely as if he had been cradled in his mother's arms.
The Hardani loved their orchards. The rest followed Ingtar up the bank. She had never felt that before, certainly not for any of the women who had thrown their hearts at his feet, or those who had shared his bed. She did hate it, making trees tear themselves to splinters and the earth erupt; that was meant for battle, for killing, and she wanted no part of it.
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