Even where the halls and taverns lay thickest, there was a brief time when the Foregate lay quiet, gathering its breath. Is there anyone in the Circle who isn't afraid? Anyone who will listen? The other woman said, No one who isn't afraid. Make west, Yarin. You do not have to remind me.
How long? He touched the sword hilt at his side. You trot those horses out and saddle them, or you'll have need of Liandrin's Healing, if she will give it to you. The Fade had raised its sword, for Ingtar. Then take it for my sake, as a favor to me.
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