Someone stirred in the Darkfriend camp, and the Trolloc turned to peer that way. Hold on to yourself, Hurin. Well, they are, on leashes or not. She shifted around until she had a comfortable position.
Egwene invited me into the women's apartments. They would have music and dancing, and fans and ices to dispel the year's first real heat, but carnival filled the streets, too, in the moon-bright muggy night. The first woman gathered the leash in coils as the other came onto the deck. They thought they understood, and let him go.
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